Wicked Creatures

When wicked creatures decide to lurk
Within our home sweet home,
They must know I consider it light work
To destroy them on their roam.

And when I'm not around to keep things smooth
Within my domicile,
I have some friends who help to soothe;
Friends of the ailurophile.

With a piece of tissue or stomp of shoe,
I cut their miserable lives short,
And dump their chitinous bodies in a flue,
To let the great Arachne sort.

Let this be a warning to all those creatures,
Both the great and the small:
I dislike your araneus features,
And you shall face my maul.