Little Miss Muffet

Little miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,

Eating her cottage cheese.

Along came a spider, that sat down beside her

And ravaged her with his greed.
The little girl wept, alone and bereft

Awaiting to be normal again

But alone on her tuffet, she became a buffet

For spiders washed out by the rain
Sometime later, prince charming did save her

And plucked her up from her demise.

She was lonlier then, than ever had been

And left the wolf in disguise.
Tumbling weary, her sight going bleary,

She accepted her heart was no good for love.

The past that shaped her, made her run from any savior

Who might come to her side to help her rise above

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