On My Tuffit

On My Tuffit

On My Tuffit

Could I have your photograph?
Just the question makes me laugh!
To think I’d think so much of you
To even ask, Oh hear me coo!

So dripping sweet with thoughtful words
Little Miss Muffit eats her curds
Until the day she saw the spider
Who came along and sat beside her

But Little Miss Muffit couldn’t see
That you were a spider…SOOOO ugly!
Too busily eating her food
To notice the hairy, obnoxious dude!

With his long, spindly legs
For attention, he begs
With his well-worked pattern
He begins to tatter

By the time Miss Muffit would rise
And wipe that long sleep from her eyes
Her bloods been sucked dry, but she didn’t die
Instead she just cried (this isn’t a lie)

And frightened Miss Muffit away?
Well here I am having my day
I let spider live and maybe he’ll give
That way on my tuffit I stay!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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