My version of little Miss Muffet

by Em

Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
Wishing her life away.
Along came an horse rider,
And lay down beside her, (to play)
And took her virginity that day.
She felt so alone after the seed came home.
If it was a boy, she'd call it Jerome.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
With a bump upfront.
The rider came back
And with a sigh and a grunt
Asked "is that mine, after us being so blunt?"
After all it was only a squirt and a pump!

Copyright: Emma Wallis