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