Little Miss Muffet Poem by Olivia Capulet

Little Miss Muffet



Little miss muffet,
Frozen in habit
Alone on your throne
Like a lost little rabbit
Your coat is unruffled
Your hair is pristine
Your mother thinks that I
Am something unclean
Stroking your lips with
Honey nectar, I see
Smiling, you’ll call me
And say I am ‘Thief’
This spider, this spider
He held you too close
Run, run Miss Muffet
Tell them your woes.

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Olivia Capulet

Olivia Capulet

Worksop, Nottinghamshire
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