Short Muffet Poems
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Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey..
Along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And said, "is that stuff pro-biotic?
Form:
Let me tell you bout Little Miss Muffet
Why she constantly sat on a tuffet
She was fooling around
With Wee Willie in town
And Wee Willie really did rough it
‘T was a young lass name of “Muffet”
Who always sat on her tuffet
- But was rough as a board
- All scarred and scored
Cause men kept trying to fluff it.
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'
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!
The cantankerous old Mr. Muffet
spoke nonsense and lies from his tuffet.
When you think that I may
wax apophatic to say
I would never insult him, go stuff it!
~
LIBERATED FEMALE
Little Miss Muffet got up off her tuffet
And threw her curds a-whey
That spider trying to sit beside her
Found that Miss Muffet had gone away.
Said contrary and crabby Miss Muffet
“Hey eight-legs! Kiss my bare Tuffet!”
From above and beyond, Charlotte dropped a fine line
And bit the old bag where the sun doesn’t shine…
For Andrea’s clerihew contest
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
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!'
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.
Mrs. Muffet sat on her tuffet
And complained it was too small
The spider beside her lauged and said
"You're just wider, that's all"
So Mrs. Muffet got off her tuffet
And knocked that spider off the wall
Then she got a bigger tuffet,
A new box of Twinkies
And promptly ate them all
When quite contrary crashed on Mary
And the pan hit Peter's head
They found Humpty Dumpty and the over the moon cow
Lying in the courtyard dead
And when Mary's tuffet was bit by a Muffet
The Incy Wincy spider ran
Mary ran too, in fact, she almost flew
When she saw the spider on her little lamb
Little Miss Muffet
(Modern Version)
Little Miss Muffit sat on her tushy
Eating her curds and whey.
A great big spider sat down beside her
And was killed by a pesticide spray.
Barry Stebbings
18/6/2916
(Not really in favour of killing spiders)
Little Miss Muffet
Sat listening to Jimmy Buffet
While eating some crud that
made her sway...
Along came a spider
A notorious derider
And here's what he had to say
"Hey, Chickee, come visit my web site!"
At that she made her day...
She "clocked" the "mother"
Like no other
Sometimes things just
turn out that way.
Old Mother Goose
Frankly speaking was rather loose
The neighborhood was shocked and all in a dander
When she had a brief affair with a well-feathered Gander
When the news reached Jack and Jill
They took that tumble down the hill
Poor Jill lost her drawers and good gracious alive!
Little Jack got a rise in his tattered Levis...
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
Miss Muffet
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet
After coming home from the pub
When up came a spider
And sat down beside her
So she smashed it to bits with a club
Now Caroline wouldn’t use
Wouldn’t deign to let loose
With a club - ‘cause she isn’t so thick
And it was not just a thump
No despatch with a bump
But sure death by a huge hockey stick!!!
puppy licks himself all over
kitty wrestles with a bone
a horse jumps over the moon
a cow on the range is home
a snake sits next to Miss Muffet
a spider swallows a rock whole
Little Bo Peep loses her bears
a sheep gets engaged to a foal
animals normally don't act out of character
~ we humans design wigs for baldies and barristers
i could be little bo peep
whose lost her sheep
but then i'd always know
where to find them
or little miss muffet
who sat on my tuffet
then came a spider
but it would only run away
or little jack horner
who sat in the corner
and corners are my forte
I've often heard them say
i could be jack or jill
my life goes up hill
and i often tumble
but no-one comes after.
Form:
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.
A tisket, a tasket
He peed in her basket
He stuck in his thumb
Is he ever dumb
She sat on a tuffet
Muffet couldn't 'rough it'
Jill went up the hill
Jack sure got a thrill
Peas porridge hot
Hits her sweet spot
The Prince put on her slipper
Then dove right into her
If you think this is too daring ~
Read what your grandkids are sharing
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 Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Wiling her time away
She heard some shooting
Of course, it was Putin
Egging his puppets on.
She did not know them
So she did not show them
Any sign of fear,
Her innocent face
As she made them a place
Saying, puppets come over here
They loosened their strings
And started to sing
Together in harmony
Sitting together
Like birds of a feather
Peaceful, Happy and Free
Then there is that other Jack who has
burned his posterior by his
tremendous leaping over
that hot candlestick, but
he is okay now
and ready for
another
happy
day.
And, who could forget Miss Muffet yet?
She of such terrible fright when
that silly old spider sat
too close to her tuffet.
Wouldn't you run off
if it were to
happen that
way for
you?
THE END .... whew! Glad that's over with .... smile