Check this out, lol. I was looking through the documents in my computer and found this poem I wrote in 6th grade! 
Little Miss Muffet
Jacob Clark
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider, which sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away
Little Miss Muffet came back to her tuffet
To check on it the very next day
There was the spider, which had sat down beside her
It was eating her curds and whey
She glared at the spider, they looked eye to eyeder
She asked, “Why are you eating my food?”
The way you eat’s messy, my temper is testy
And besides that, it’s really quite rude
Then said the spider, who had sat down beside her
“Who cares? This food is quite bleak!”
She looked on with shock as he climbed up her sock
And kissed her little red cheek
Well, little Miss Muffet plopped down on her tuffet
That kiss crossed the line just a tad
It was nasty and rude, ‘twas disgusting and prude
And the whole thing had made her quite mad
Little Miss Muffet raised a shoe o’er her tuffet
And prepared to squish the thing’s head
But just then the spider, he burst into fire
It was obvious that he was… well, dead
Little Miss Muffet ran away from her tuffet
Where the hot burning spider had sat
And once she was gone, he burst into song
Singing “Magic makes for a great act!”
It’s plain that the spider, which had sat down beside her
Was a magical spider indeed
“The fire was fake, Miss Muffet’s a flake”
Sang the little arachnid with glee
This beautiful rhyme, which took me some time
Has thankfully come to an end
I just want to say one more thing today
A magician makes a great friend!
The End
(Or is it….?)
Little Miss Muffet
Jacob Clark
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider, which sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away
Little Miss Muffet came back to her tuffet
To check on it the very next day
There was the spider, which had sat down beside her
It was eating her curds and whey
She glared at the spider, they looked eye to eyeder
She asked, “Why are you eating my food?”
The way you eat’s messy, my temper is testy
And besides that, it’s really quite rude
Then said the spider, who had sat down beside her
“Who cares? This food is quite bleak!”
She looked on with shock as he climbed up her sock
And kissed her little red cheek
Well, little Miss Muffet plopped down on her tuffet
That kiss crossed the line just a tad
It was nasty and rude, ‘twas disgusting and prude
And the whole thing had made her quite mad
Little Miss Muffet raised a shoe o’er her tuffet
And prepared to squish the thing’s head
But just then the spider, he burst into fire
It was obvious that he was… well, dead
Little Miss Muffet ran away from her tuffet
Where the hot burning spider had sat
And once she was gone, he burst into song
Singing “Magic makes for a great act!”
It’s plain that the spider, which had sat down beside her
Was a magical spider indeed
“The fire was fake, Miss Muffet’s a flake”
Sang the little arachnid with glee
This beautiful rhyme, which took me some time
Has thankfully come to an end
I just want to say one more thing today
A magician makes a great friend!
The End
(Or is it….?)
