No Rhyme or Reason – Muffett & the Spider Pome

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Little Miss Muffett and the Spider

by judy

Little Miss Muffett sat on a tuffet

eating her chips and dips

along came a spider

who sat down beside her

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and said with dread,

“It’s my fate.

Chips & dips don’t go to my hips 

just straight to my thighs

times eight.”

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Fat-thighed, chip eating purple spider (only the purple ones gain weight)

 No Pain in her Tuffet – Muffett Pome

 

 

 

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