Little miss muffet
Sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
When a little black spider
Sat down beside her
And frightened miss muffet away.
She came back in some time
"I must retrieve what is mine!"
But she was greeted by surprise
In the noonday heat
The spider began to eat
Before her very eyes!
"O Alas! This beast
Has made himself a feast
Oh, cruel fate's mean play!
Thy venom surges
And my conscience urges
Me to throw this away!
Thief of my meal
You know not what I feel
With the loss of my lunch so sweet
Before I fall dead
I've seen in your head
Your toxic wish for defeat."
But miss muffet wouldn't die
That spider couldn't harm a fly
Eating whey since he was starved
But thoughts of toxins eating bone
Like a text on sacred stone
Into her mind was carved.
The harmless spider scurried
As miss muffet hurried
To throw away her 'poisoned' curds
Under her breath she was muttering
Flabbergasted, spluttering
"it's too toxic even for the birds!"
"Curse you, oh beast so foul!"
Bringing down the empty bowl
To imprison the poor spider inside
In the darkness within
Separated from his kin
the little black spider cried.
He felt some motion when
He was shifted from his den
Into a giant box with wheels
Though spider kept on entreating
Miss muffet was unretreating
And shot down his fervent appeals.
Eating nothing for days
He needed some ways
To assuage his hunger pang
eating porridge in desperation
But now he was in consternation
The injustice of it stang.
Now desolate in the dark
Far away from the homely park
Going away, to frontiers unknown
The harmless arachnid
Yet ashamed for what he did
Began to cry and moan.
Locked up like a beast wild
His hopes of freedom all defiled
Stacked up against him: the odds
Depressed, desolate
Devastated, sedate
Whisp'ring silent prayers to gods.
Muffet brought the car to rest
Picked up the eight-legged 'pest'
And stormed into the city court
Amidst the roiling stormy sea
The spider's screaming rescue plea
Went unseen by the port
Finally he saw the light
Shining through a window bright
Into a room with wooden floors
As a spectacled judge sat, thinking
The spider's hope began sinking
the jury walked in through the doors
"O noble judge, hear my case!
Off of planet earth's face
I was almost wiped away
By this little arachnid black
And his underhanded little attack
As he tried to poison my whey."
The spider, mute, weeped
Steadily closer the wounds seeped
Into him, inevitably entangling
His fate with death
And with bated breath
The judge left his life dangling
Judge decided he'd heard enough
And brought on a tiny handcuff
And tied his legs together
In the distance lightning crashed
Hopes of freedom now smashed
Mental rain was sullen weather.
His life flashed before his eyes
This harmless eater of flies
Was placed inside a box
Air holes poked, tape for sealing
The narrow walls concealing
His existence in these prison locks
Flies dropped in twice a day
To the 'criminal' locked away
"None from the law are exempt!
I sentence this creep
To 7 years of sleep
For his botched murder attempt!"
The harsh words of the judge
Unwilling to budge
On his sentence so condemning
the words ran marathons in his mind
In the cell box he was assigned
Reminiscing, remembering.
Call it evil circumstance
Or even fate's cosmic dance
It had conspired to be cruel
Locked away forever, chained
His heart rent and pained
Eating stale flies and gruel
The poor black arachnid
In the darkness hid
depression engulfing his whole
Condemned in this grime
Till the end of his time
Regret criss-crossing his soul.
