What's it like to be a spider?

Because, for the time being, I have nothing better to post, I have decided to post short children's poems that I have been working on over the past one-hundred years or so. You are allowed to respond to them, ignore them, critique them, change them, quote them, wash with them, make love to them, or load them in your favorite weapon and fire them. You are absolutely not allowed to copy them or make money off of them that you don't share with me. One for today, more later if you're friendly.

“What’s it like to be a Spider?”

Just imagine yourself,
but with twice the limbs.

Or imagine you could crawl
on a ceiling, up a wall;
not an itch
you couldn’t scratch.

Able to quickly calculate,
Numbers divisible by eight.

And though it’s a curious thing
To hang from a string,
Just think of how fun it is to swing,
And climb, and cling.