Tuff Girl
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
drinking a mocha late,
but when that old spider sat down beside her
she pulled out her Mace and let spray!
That arachnid took flight to her great delight
having learned his lesson in spades.
Miss Muffet was tough not made of fluff
her skills on defense made the grade.
Now this comely young Miss did indeed want a kiss
but not from a hairy old bug.
The romance she sought would be dearly bought
by a guy that she actually dug.
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