Monday, May 01, 2006

Mother goose's rotten egg

Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider
who sat down beside her

and she beat the crap out of it.


Megha said...

Hmm. A rhyme that mommy-spider of Ramgarh would tell baby-spider of Ramgarh, while putting it to sleep. Beta soja, nahin to Miss Muffet aa jayegi types.

J. Alfred Prufrock said...

Great rhyme-scheme.


Falstaff said...
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Falstaff said...

Nice. Very inspiring. See my versions on my blog.

Brown Magic said...

I am terribly sorry about this, but my options are limited and I don't think you are going to actually follow through, so what the hell.
The rest is copy pasted.

You’ve been tagged (don’t blame me, I didn’t start this!). And as a ‘tag victim’, you are supposed to do the following:

1. Come up with 8 different points of your perfect lover.
2. Mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again

Or you could ignore this.

Heh Heh said...

megha: heh. in the vein of sad humor, here's a question:
How do you make spider angry?
(You drive him up the wall)

jap: um, its avant garde poetry

Falstaff: trust you to come up with ten of these in a few minutes.

Melody: Au contraire, i *will* follow through. my first reaction on coming across this tag was, "Hey look! An inane tag!! How *do* i make the most of it?" Be prepared to be grossed out.

Brown Magic said...

Oh goody. I should tell you though, I have been inured to the depraved. Grossing me out would be difficult.