And there we goes folks good old fashioned thanksgiving racism . <| sep |> As a kid I could never understand why people didn ' t explode when they took them <| sep |> And by having sex we mean teach her how you put guanciale in carbonara , not bacon <| sep |> I thought this was good . The long chain of multisyllabic rhymes nicely mirrors the leggedness of the spider . The poem itself seems multilimbed . The final line , which ends on an unrhymed monosyllable , feels appropriately abrupt . The penultimate line , the fifth in the chain , breaks the rhyming pattern but struggles to maintain it with the ing , but not the previous syllable , so we feel the poem crumpling up along with the spider at this point . The form very nicely complements the content . So overall I liked this poem and I thought it did a good job of exemplifying the spider through not just word choice but rhyme scheme and structure as well . Things I did not like 1 . ego slowly crumbling took me well out of the poem . It does not seem an appropriate line . The attribution of ego to a spider , and especially something as inchoate as an ego crumbling , strained credulity to the point of snapping me out of the poem . 2 . The title . It gives too much away . The abruptness of the final line is somewhat lost , because we know very well what is happening throughout . I think I would prefer something that mentions the spider and either leaves his fate a mystery or only suggests a clue or positions us somewhere prior to the death of the spider .