There simply isn’t any whey,
conception that a curd to me,
when weak and puny, low on wattage,
(seems often, now I’m in my dotage)
could satisfy quite like some cottage cheese!
My water bottle holder
Has a pocket meant for keys
Or a tissue or some money
Or whatever else you please.
When I went out walking yesterday,
I thought I’d beat the rain,
But the sky grew dark and so my hopes
Went swirling down the drain.
My shirt and shorts and hat were soaked,
My sneakers still not dry,
Plus this morning I discovered
Something that had passed me by.
For within that little pocket
Were six singles, dampish still,
And a soggy pad for writing,
Which no pencil point could fill.
So I spread them out for drying,
Whey they did, in not much time,
Then replaced them for tomorrow,
Setting all of this in rhyme.
“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.
Before Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
And before Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
From all the king's horses
All the king's men
Had to pick up all the manure once again
Before Little Jack Horner, sat in his corner
Eating his Christmas pie
And before he stuck in his thumb
to pull out a plumb
Jack's thing had got caught in his fly
Before Little Miss Muffett sat on her tuffet,
eating her curds and whey
She captured the spider that sat down beside her
When she pooped behind a bail of old hay
Before Jack and Jill, ran up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack wrote out his will
"Cause Jill said- "I will"
And she told him she was the king's daughter
When Lizzie was the lizzard queen? There were trumpets
And a jubilee..' A word from the Bible (by the way) you see?the
Tree was gilded in a 'night for day' the scenario was quite schematic..' As in royalty were indulging; in satanic antics.'
andrew was hidden in her wings 'as sanitized artists had
Their sings' That tree of knowledge shimmered so cold ' it
Was about (genetic alteration should you have not been
Told?) The firm that crafted it have a 'dark old name' yet
Ever from creation its been the same..A sad whey pale king waits
Out all the rains' as heaven is opened o'er humanity's pains.'
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.
DELUSION
Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion
But at first glance, any deeper meaning is not easy to see
I assume such a saying should never lead to any confusion
What is the connection here that seems to be escaping me
Perhaps It is just a vague concept, a jumble of fancy words
Yet it’s allegedly a famous saying, so what really can it be
One surely starts by a separation of whey from the curds
Exposing a deeper resonant truth, or maybe nothing at all
The validation of such ideas like this, may be for the birds
It sounds as if one should now wake up and heed the call
But for me, it is more like a fading echo in an empty hall
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.
SEEING FROM THE OTHER SIDE
For years, one has entertained the notion
That nations and cultures can always mix
There are customs and appearances, true
Some might close their eyes, as many do
Also their ears, as language can play tricks
Races no longer separated by any ocean
Yet integration recalibrates one’s identity
More for others to feel safe and sound
Yet difference is surely to be celebrated
Whether or not all verbs are conjugated
But gentle friction is healthy when around
Seeing people as they are and want to be
Step by step, perhaps talk over the fence
But all be aware, there’s no time to sleep
The pace at which such acceptance grows
It takes many decades, as one who knows
National cultural norms are buried deep
There is no gain in perpetuating ignorance
Learning and adjustment aren’t just words
It needs the occasional slap in the face
To recognise what passes for normality
But on further thought, is quite arbitrary
Turning away disinterested, is a disgrace
Embrace the new, mix whey with curds
Jack and Jill went up the hill
each with a buck and a quarter
Jill came down with two fifty
don't tell me they went up for water!
Georgie Porgie
kissed the girls and made them cry,
now he has to register as a sex offender.
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
to get her dog a bone,
went she bent over, Rover came over
and gave her a bone of her own!
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a bad fall
a victim of bullying!
3 blind mice see how they run
Farmers wife was armed with mace!
Little Miss Muffet sat on a Tuffet
eating curds & whey
along came a spider,
and she beat the crap out of it!
Mary Mary quite contrary,
the broad was hard to get along with!
Jack be nimble Jack be quick
Jack was too slow and he
burnt his naughty bits!
Little Bo Peep lost a sheep,
check in with the horny teenage
farm boy next door.
When a big hairy spider
Came and plopped down beside her
As Miss Muffett sat munchin'
A light, healthy luncheon,
She screamed, "Sir, naught could be ruder
Than an arachnid intruder!",
And proceeded to prove the mistake he had made.
'neath a teacup she trapped him,
With a teaspoon she tapped him,
And then lethally zapped him
With a snootfull of Raid.
You may ask why'd a maid
Go ballistic that way.
Well, that's something this nursery rhyme
Never would say.
As the tale I've revamped,
I'd opine she was "cramped"
And in no mood for sharing with strangers that day.
Or, more likely,
Although this may sound quite absurd,
She'd not abide spider turds
In her curds and whey.
Smiling made her tired
I feared a frown was all
she could spare.
More than same than
different
what would
cause a person
to ask
Might she labor to
have discussion
one might think
she was making
him feel specials.
Yet to warn those
who didn't know her well
those who knew
her first would warn
When she makes you feel as if
you are number one
her first chose
or someone specail
she will crush your thoughts
she'll darken the brightest
day with her
meanest
and make the prettiest
flower coil.
her grin could turn milk into
clavor, curds and whey
she could sour a bag of
sugar
a glare turns to an
evil stear
you'll turn your head as a looker
when she grins run away
spare your feeling man
she is mean and uncaring
only a fool would like her kind
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to eat the curds and whey,
then the isty bisty spider
came and sat down beside her
and Jill ran away.
Then Jack got nimble
and Jack got quick
and called all the kings horses and men,
then he sat in the corner
and blew his horn,
and saw the cow jump out of the corn.
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
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