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.
Spider began to
On curds and whey chew
Thinking he'd have a feast
But he spat it out quick
For it made him quite sick
He didn't like it in the least.
He could take a hint
Back to his web went
Content to dine on flies
Felt bad for Miss Muffet
Run off from her tuffet
And tears fell from Spider's eyes.
Really cool poem, I think Mother Goose might be happy with your poem. A 10
Thank you Carl, but I dunno.... She might possibly be insulted! Hee-hee!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's different from your norm but interesting
Thanks, Louis. Every once in awhile, I'll write a nonsense poem or a children's poem, a little variation on the normal romantic poetry. Variety is good! : -)