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
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:
Ooo I was somehow expecting something a little bit more rude!
Cheers
I'll never think of Little Miss Muffet in quite the same way!
No wonder her only companion
was a spider
to whom she could express
such reckless abandon!
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
As evening fell,
she changed her plans,
clamouring for a soft matress
in place of the tuffet.
Miss Muffet said 'Stuff it! away with the curds
Bring me alphabete spagetti
and I'll eat my words.
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