Little Ms. Muffet
Went for her tuffet,
But found Mr. Spider sat there.
Tapping her feet,
Impatient beats,
Demanding he give up his chair.
Still he did sit,
As she chewed her lip
Whilst impatiently tossing her hair.
Why should he go?
He wanted to know,
She questioned how he dare,
Deny her a seat,
To rest her poor feet,
When she was a damsel so fair.
Still he did not move,
As he said with reprove,
"I have eight feet you selfish mare!"
Now she was mad,
At this spidery cad,
She howled with rage like a bear,
Screaming to sit,
Pitching a fit,
But the spider, he did not care.
She began to retreat
On wearied feet,
Fixing Mr. Spider with a glare.
Soon she returned,
A woman spurned,
And reached in the bag she did wear,
Lightning fast,
She retrieved a glass,
And a magazine she began to tear.
Upon seeing this sight,
Of a one-woman fight,
Mr. Spider muttered a prayer,
Before he could act,
Trapped in a glass,
With barely an inch to spare.
Settling her ass
On her tuffet at last,
Ms. Muffet breathed in fresh air.
The message then,
To unsuspecting men,
Of pissed-off feminists beware,
But this tale could be cut,
To an inch from a foot,
If we'd just learn to bloody share.
Author notes
"All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others." - George Orwell
I know the contest asks for a feminist perspective on a fairy tale, but I've gone for hypocritical feminism instead. Rather than looking for equality Ms. Muffet expects chivalry.
It's feminism gone wrong basically. Hope it will still do.
A contest entry
- Feminist Fairy Tales and Nursery Rhymes by Melodies.
550 points, ended June 30, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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OH, and it's Ms. Muffet, at that!
Cool move, poet! 
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Smiling most broadly! You have made a good point! Miss Muffet just claimed her seat in a clever way! A very entertaining poem that is well written with rhyming that I enjoyed very much!
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