Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, June 29, 2012

A New Spin on an Old Tale

Little Miss Muffet
climbed on her tuffet
to sit on a branch of an oak
With her curds and her whey
she watched butterflies play
when a spider dared give her a poke!

Little Miss Muffet
suffered a buffet
when she saw its four pairs of mean eyes
But she quick gained her wit
and before she got bit
gave the spider a bit of surprise!

Little Miss Muffet
told the spider to stuff it
when he tried to put her in his web
A lassoed arachnid
that does just what she bids
Makes Muffet a certain celeb!

submitted for Thursday Think Tank #103 Fractured Fairy Tales at Poets United


Sreeja said...

Fantastic.....I got an air of spiderman here.....

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Little Miss Muffett
Sat on a tuffett
Eating her curds and whey.
'Twasn't the spider
Who say down beside her:
It was Little Boy Blue
And his horn...

not displayed said...

this is so clever. Thank you for the smile. I just love it

Brian Miller said...

rock on ms muffet....way to show the spider....

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


I shall bear in mind your version of the old story and rhyme, when I tell the tale to my grandson.
A very witty rewrite of Miss Moffet!!!


JustRex said...

She would get her own talk show certainly. Change her name to Mistress Muffett and do the fetish circuit.

Pat Tillett said...

That was very good and very whimsical!

Ella said...

I loved your version! I thought it much more entertaining than the original! Fun to read and imagine~
Thanks I really enjoyed your poem!

Rachel Hoyt said...

Haha. LOVE this!! I'm sad I missed the fractured fairy tales prompt. :o/

Helena said...

I've been having a bit of a poem catchup here, but just had to comment on this one! It totally rocks!