Little Miss Muffet
Crouched on a tuffet,
Collecting her shell-shocked wits,
There dropped (from a glider)
An H-bomb beside her -
Which frightened Miss Muffet to bits.
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her Tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider
He sat down beside her
And said, “Yo, what’s in the bowl, b-—h?”
-Andrew Dice Clay