Monday, April 8, 2013

The Real Miss Muffet

The real Miss Muffet sits not on a tuffet.
She sits on a hard wood stool.
Spiders do not sit beside her to bluff at
her. Lord knows she never eats gruel.

So how did this lady get stuck in a verse?
Who thought to write and preserve it?
Was Muffet subjected to some vile curse?
What had she done to deserve it?

We don’t have any idea, we must say –
and neither, it seems, does Miss Muffet –
who tipples Blue Curacao all through the day,
reciting Stendhal to her puppet.


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