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A nusery rhyme

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  • A nusery rhyme

    Little Miss Muffet

    Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
    Eating her curds and whey
    Along came a spider and sat down beside her
    And said, ‘Miss I hope you’re not gay’.

    ‘For I am a male and I’m after a mate…
    One that won’t eat me, I hope.
    I’ve counted your legs, you haven’t got eight
    But I’m sure that somehow I’ll cope’.

    ‘I’m black and I’m hairy, you might find me scary
    But I promise you’ve nothing to fear.
    I mean you no harm’, then he ran up her arm
    To whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

    Miss Muffet she screamed, for Miss Muffet she deemed
    The creature to be creepy and horrid
    And she extended her cries, for looking into her eyes
    Was the spider – t’was perched on her forrid.

    She brushed off the bug that was giving her a hug
    And for a moment she thought he was dead
    Dismayed, she found he was hanging around,
    Attached to her hand by a thread.

    He said, ‘I know I’m not worthy of such beauty as yours,
    I know I’m not of the right ilk,
    But what I can give you no man ever could –
    An endless supply of pure silk’.

    Little Miss Muffet got up from her tuffet
    Saying ‘Look here you eight-legged pleb,
    I’m just not your kind, but I’m sure you could find
    A suitable mate on the web’.

    Copyright Phil Walters

  • #2
    can we start a new section



    • #3
      Lol, they ain't poems mate - poems don't rhyme!!