And sat down beside her… )a poem(
Poets, call themselves
Honest. Viewers. Observers.
Watchers, Poets are.
They give meaning to Miss Spider who scares
The curds out of Muffet, who runs away
From her tuffet into the arms of Prince
Charming him from the Tasks he’s called to do
Right there, that last line breaks down the whole pro-
ject. Princes
Never so
Important a thing
Do they do that Muffet
Cannot steal a moment. No wonder!
Princes always win. I have important Things
To DO.
Poet, so do you, spinning metaphor
Out of shimmering filament, stronger
Than our words. Stickier, too. Poet walked
Through a web by accident and met a
Sailor called to clean bilges that fill up
Every time he wipes them to keep rust dry.
Instead, let’s
Lie back on this checked
Blanket, Poet, and let me
Act like an ant and crawl all over
Your picnic. We have important things to do.
(C) 2021 Stephen Fuller
Fullbeard Lit 
6 Responses to “And sat down beside her… )a poem(”
How very meta of you!
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I meant to add that I enjoyed this riff on Miss Muffet.
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This was a fun one for me to write!
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How fun! A very enjoyable and delightful piece!
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Thanks Eugi! I think I wrote this during a class that used nursery rhymes as a prompt
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