Curds and Webs by Mary Ellen SmithThe spiders web is woven tight She works on it most of the night By moonlight spins she a silken thread That glistens dewy overhead.
Her architectural design Instinctually so very fine A web to catch a meal off guard There in the garden in the yard.
Spun taunt between the gardens gate Tis not too long shell have to wait Early then at the days greet Shell have a tasty thing to eat.
Day comes and still no sign of food Does not improve her spider mood No breakfast and now on toward noon She has to find some lunch real soon.
Ah, but then the curds are spied One silken thread on which to ride Will take her down next to the tuffit Along beside the young Miss Muffit.
Miss Muffit in her curls and lace A horrified look upon her face Screams and leaves her curds and whey The spider eats from her buffet.
That day the spider got a savor Of a brand new kind of flavor And as she spins her web with ease Spells out the words cheese please.
03/19/2005
Posted on 03/19/2005 Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/19/05 at 09:27 PM This started my day with a smile, fun. Thanks Mar...Charlie |
Posted by Shonda Creemer on 03/20/05 at 07:25 AM Yes, it made me smile as well! Thanks ever so much Mary Ellen! :) |
Posted by JD Clay on 03/20/05 at 05:20 PM Your fine meter and finer rhythm are only exceded by your exquisite skill at churning nursery-ed rhyme.
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Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 03/21/05 at 03:16 AM Very clever, amusing, well-crafted verse - Ah, the power of cheese! d:-) |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/23/05 at 02:13 AM Remarkable parody (of sorts) on this age old nursery rhyme! Wonderful read! |
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