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Little Miss Muffet

When Little Miss Muffet 
first visited buffets,
she’d choose simple entrees,
cottage cheese

Until one day in line
a grand gourmand spied her.
He advised some cider
and egg foo young.

Now I'm the frightened one;
ev'ry night of the week
new gourmet food they seek.
They're off the grid. 

Heard they ran away to 
far-off Cambodia
where fried tarantula
are tasty treats.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/27/2019 10:47:00 AM

Fried tarantulas, really? Oh, my! Loved this one.

Reason A. Poteet
Date: 6/27/2019 11:10:00 PM

thanks, Caren. quite a switch from curds and whey to spiders. I found the article on fried tarantulas and couldn't resist tying it in to Little Miss Muffet.

Jan Allison

Date: 6/27/2019 8:25:00 AM

You served up a tasty treat apart from the spiders lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Reason A. Poteet
Date: 6/27/2019 11:12:00 PM

thanks, Jan. glad for the read and remark. New form (to me) called the abhanga, 6,6,6,4 with x, a,a, y rhyme. Indian in origin as in Asia.