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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Author:
jim56 (
Online) - Published: November 18th, 2024 06:25
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That’s not very nice of her … oh , poor spider ((
Why write a poem about someone being ‘horrible ‘ to something …
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