little Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet,
sat on her tuffet,
quite comfy, so they say,
She looked at the spider,
that sat down beside her,
and swatted the blighter away.

He whizzed past her face
at such a quick pace,
much to her great surprise.
His mouth was agape,
contorting its shape,
while blinking his multiple eyes.

The wind blew her hair,
so pretty and fair,
that he became obsessed .
He grimaced a smile,
that looked somewhat vile
and his legs curled under his chest.

As he flew through the air,
he fixed her a stare,
showing his gleaming white fangs.
When she let out a shriek,
he went sheepish and meek,
feeling the twinge of loves pangs.

Filled with emotion
he paused in slow motion.
and his legs just fell apart.
With nostrils inflated
and pupils dilated ,
which verily melted her heart.

Without a word spoken
he gave her a token
so she called him to her side.
With music symphonic
he looked catatonic
and gawked at her all gooey eyed.

Now, when Miss Muffet
sits on her tuffet
eating her goats cheese pies.
She’s glad of the spider
that sits down beside her
devouring those pesky old flies.