Murderous Muffet

Little Miss Muffet

Sat on her tuffet

Eating her curds and whey.

Along came a spider

To sit down beside her,

And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Miss Muffet came back,

Brought with her a sack,

And pulled out a sharp knife.

Unto the arachnid

The foul things that she did

On an evil course set her life.

Miss Muffet, she found

Her nerves were unwound

But never would she say:

The death of the spider,

It had occupied her

For only a month and a day.

With longing inside,

And her growing pride,

Muffet was led to seek

Another wee creature,

That was sure to feature,

In her growing sadistic streak.

She chose a stray cat

And started with that,

Merciless fun she had.

And finding a lost cur

She stripped it of its fur.

Miss Muffet was turning quite bad.

For more blood she’d yearn,

How quickly she’d learn

To cover her tracks so clear.

And wherever she went

In those ’round her she sent

A shuddering sense of fear.

The ending result,

With her, an adult,

(She knew it would thrill her)

To advance, in good time,

From famed nursery rhyme

To female serial killer.