little miss muffet sat on a tuffet munching on curds and whey
then along came a spider and sat down beside her on a lovely summers day.
miss muffet didnt like it she hit on the head
with a wooden spoon. now the spiders dead.
there beneath the tuffet the poor spider lay
now his souls in heaven many miles away
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That’s not very nice of her … oh , poor spider ((
Why write a poem about someone being ‘horrible ‘ to something …
You know, I couldn’t kill a spider Jim. In fact I can’t kill anything. I don’t even like stepping on ants. Little Miss Muffet wasn’t very nice to the poor little spider who spins beautiful lace webs for us. Nothing like a cobweb covered in mist, lit up by sunlight. Happy Monday.
thought of writing a humour poem
for a change i will be telling miss muffet of about it
hi cassie hope you ok where i live spiders are everywhere
some lovely different colors small big all sizes
lovely creatures and very clever to
weather not good gloomy and cold
thanks for always lovely comment xx jim
Good idea Jim. Tell her Cassie thinks she is mean😂. It’s cold and wet here Jim. We have a log fire this evening. Lovely and warm.
you got the marshmallows on the fire yummy
doing a video at mo will prob put it on when finished
keep warm by the fire xxx
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