Little miss muffit sat on her tuffit
sitting and twirling her hatchet
When along came a child and asked with a smile,
Why was she bloody and red
She exclaimed with a yell
That she shall never tell
of the horrors and events alike
The child, with a puzzel
Stopped and wondered, where the hell did his family go
Then with a grin that went end to end
You killed them didnt you he replied
Then with a swipe, that knocked the kid out of spite
She wiped of her hatchet and fled
Author notes
Dancing Rabbits Make Great Stews
Little Miss Muffit
A contest entry
- Wicked Nursery Rhymes - What Really Happened? by Wilted Rose Bush.
500 points, ended August 11, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a very nice poem, with exactly what I was looking for.
However, it isn't in keeping with the usual nursery rhyme stature of rhyming and a couple of the lines didn't flow well.
However, a very gruesome poem that works well with the contest.
Well done and good luck.
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Very brutal. It will keep little kids up all night.
Great job.
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