Juliet asked, “What’s in a name?”
and, methinks I shall do the same.
What have; Bo-Peep, Boy Blue, Jack Horner,
Miss Muffet, Poll Parrot, Red Riding Hood,
Robin Redbreast and Tommy Tucker
in common, scale-wise, that's underststood?
As none of them are related,
the subject may seem brittle,
altho' not small, or what I call 'tall',
one and all, they are 'Little'.
Little Jack Horner
was put in the corner
for eating her curds and whey
what else was little miss Muffet to do
as he had stolen the bowl so she pulled it away
and said, 'What a bad boy are you!'
Little Miss Muffet ran away with the spoon
and a bowl of curds and whey
but it's no mystery as the rest is history
for she began a business on the self-same day
first on the card came cottage cheese
now it's plain to see how and why
then her company soon had a hasty addition
when the lady made tasty cottage pie
for one so young to start such an enterprise
successful and spider-free
it comes as no surprise
hers was a cozy cottage industry
Ms. Muffet's back, eating different meals,
stepping on spiders with stiletto heels.
No longer eating curds and whey,
forsaking tuffets as a place to stay,
she splits her time on either coast,
dining smartly on avocado toast.
The spider delighted
At the girl he had frighted
As he sat all alone on the tuffet
He gobbled the cheese
Without saying please
As a swipe of a large hand did buffet
The spider did sigh
Questioning why
He now had to scarper and rough it
If only he'd known
That the girl had now grown
No longer was she little miss muffet
“Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey,
Along came a spider who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.”
After a long vacation a little girl called Miss Muffet and her family
returned home at night. They realized the house needs cleaning that
they decided to do in the morning. Meanwhile, mother served Miss
Muffet bowl of curd and whey. She sat comfortably on a soft tuffet,
and as she was about to take the first spoonful of her favorite treat,
a big spider descended from the window sill where it had built a web
when the house was empty. The eight-legged creepy creature was
attracted by the scent of the snack. So, it came down and sat beside
Miss Muffet. Suddenly, a fly whizzed in from nowhere and crawled
up the bowl. The swift spider ran fast across the arm of Miss Muffet,
and pounced on its prey that disappeared within its mouth. The fast
moving scaring scenario frightened Miss Muffet, and she ran away.
Upset and hungry, she could not sleep that night.
Little Miss Muffet,
Sat on her tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
When along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
She was frightened so bad,
She forgot that she had,
The food still in her hand.
She tripped on the stair,
And sailed through the air,
Flew five feet before she’d land.
She started screaming and crying,
Like she was probably dying,
Her wailing could be heard everywhere.
When her mom came running out,
To see what all the fuss was about,
She approached the young girl with care.
Muffet lay on the ground,
Her face in a frown,
And a bowl of sour milk in her hair.
I have to confess,
There’s no moral I guess,
If there was one, it would be that life isn’t fair.
Little Miss Muffet loved her curds and whey,
give me a box of cereal with cold milk and I will be on my way.
Along came a spider,
I bet they did not bring a glass of cider.
Little Miss Muffet should pick her friends better,
how about getting an English Setter.
Be careful who your friends are,
or you will not go very far.
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.
Grown Miss Muffet put “tuffet” on display
family quickly denounced her as a stray
Muffet found bike rider
who called himself Spider
and, after curds, he and she sped a-whey
May 12, 2023
Do you remember the rhyme, Miss Muffet,
About the little girl that sat on a tuffet,
She didn't run away,
She decided to stay,
She sat on the spider and snuffed it!
no web spun spider
tart tongue aimlessly flicking
~ licked, lacking bulls-eye
She said: 'I think that I shall never see
A thing as ugly as this bug on me
If I were a spider
I'd have to hide from her
But it's just a tarantula ~ Whooppee'
Ms. Muffet won’t lift off her tuffet.
Cream puffs and cheetos won’t help.
A spider is beside the point…
3/17/2020
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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