Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

When Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
She wanted a mushroom so she could stuff it
She champions the cause of cuisine from the garden
And whenever she burps, she begs your pardon


6 comments:

Maddy said...

Ooo I was somehow expecting something a little bit more rude!
Cheers

George said...

I'll never think of Little Miss Muffet in quite the same way!

Meredith Teagarden said...

No wonder her only companion
was a spider
to whom she could express
such reckless abandon!

Swarna said...

not a literary crime, certainly! :)
Henceforth if ever I attempt any verse, I will think of these comforting words.
My recent efforts at verses here

Merisi said...

As evening fell,
she changed her plans,
clamouring for a soft matress
in place of the tuffet.

Moannie said...

Miss Muffet said 'Stuff it! away with the curds
Bring me alphabete spagetti
and I'll eat my words.