poem#16
(a response to the spider who frightened Little Miss Muffett)

sometimes one may thinketh thyself alone
so siteth quietly to have a bite-
then suddenly along some other thing
shall come and givest rare a fright-
and push thyself unexpectedly
from thy cushioned perch unto the floor
then in some heated rage
thy come most def undone
and vent with swift and heated pace
a most befitting blow for one-
and swat that thing that didest come
to frighten thyself away-
with satisfaction knowing he’ll not live
to see another day.