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.
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we are all about pointless, blatant and unfounded generalizations. that, and a lot of judging. oh, and we don't do uppercase.
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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.
Great rhyme-scheme.
J.A.P.
Nice. Very inspiring. See my versions on my blog.
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.
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.
Oh goody. I should tell you though, I have been inured to the depraved. Grossing me out would be difficult.
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