Little Miss Muffet

With her tiny tummy rumbling, she stood quaking in the wood that surrounded her dear father's dairy farm. The white, porcelain bowl and the silver spoon lay on the ground, along with her scrumptious cottage cheese. So hungry was she, and that black, furry arachnid was still giggling, dangling above her tufted chair. She felt a tantrum coming on. She was so mad with hunger. Little Molly stamped her feet and stormed back to her cushioned seat, and ate that mean, old tarantula up!

Little Miss Muffet 
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
There came a big spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Kingston Avatar
August 27, 2024 at 6:41 PM
Trantulas and truffles on toast are delicious with cottage cheese I hear. Poor Miss Muffett, nobody told her. I bet she really did eat the spider, 8 legs and all and was braver than we thought. Although they were written centuries ago,nursery rhymes are actually speaking of history's gruesome happenings centuries ago, like the soldier, Humpty Dumpty. Yours was a poem to ponder Kelly. It was so clever, and fun to read. :)
Situation Avatar
February 16, 2024 at 6:33 PM
I wonder , do they still teach kids this? The modern twist to the story did give it something to consider.
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