Little Miss Muffet,
Died on a tuffet,
She couldn’t eat curds and whey;
Some people say it was a spider,
Who put fangs inside her,
And forever took Miss Muffet away.
(FlyTrapMan)
Little Miss Muffet
decided to rough it
and camped in the woods all alone.
In the dark of the night
She had a great fright
When a wolf tried to feast on her bones.
(Na trioblóidí)
Little Miss Muffet
fell off her tuffet
and busted her poor head awry.
The spider came down
and bit on her crown
and said what a good guy am I.
She died.
(Say What U Mean 2 Say)
Little Miss Muffet
said, “Trump, you can stuff it!”
And let all her spiders run free.
They wrapped him in silk,
turned his blood into milk
and gobbled his ego for tea.
*I was going to say they ate his brains, but then, they would have starved.
(Words and Feathers)
*a bit graphic and obscene.
Little Miss Muffet
screamed at the spider:
“Now, you’ve really fucked it!
My curds and whey
are edible no more.
I’m gonna kill you today!”
So, she stumped on his balls
and laughed as she painted
spider guts and blood on the walls.
(Poet Rummager)
Little Miss Muffet
Tried so hard to puff it
But the spider-shaped bong
Had a pipe so long
It took an hour to get a hit.
She made such a fit,
She didn’t see the pit,
Where she fell
And found she landed in hell.
(Karina Pinella)
Little Miss Muffet,
told the boys to go stuff it,
she wasn’t going to give it away,
but when she saw spider,
and his length did excite her,
she lost her virginity the next day.
(Twisted Roads of Madness)
Mother Ghoul invites you to make your own horror nursery rhyme using Little Miss Muffet’s first stanza:
“Little Miss Muffet…”
Please fill in the rest like –FlyTrapMan– did in the example above—get gory, scary, or dark in the comments section! Mother Ghoul and the monsters are excited to experience your evil creativity with this terrorific activity!!
Little Miss Muffet
decided to rough it
and camped in the woods all alone.
In the dark of the night
She had a great fright
When a wolf tried to feast on her bones.
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Damn those wolves! Excellent, Oggy and so clever, too. Do you go camping? ⛺ 🕷 🕸
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Every chance I get. Camping is good for the spirit.
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I only camp if there’s a bed, running water, and no bears.
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👶
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😋
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Thanks for playing the game!
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Little Ms Muffet’s fell off her tuffet and busted her poor head awry,
The Spider came down and bit on her crown and said what a good guy am I.
She died.
~~dru~~
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Poor Miss Muffet! Thanks for your tragic and superb poem, Dru. Boo-hoo for the missy!! 🕷 🕸 😭
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Ha — never trust something with eight legs!
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Little Miss Muffet
Said, “Trump, you can stuff it!”
And let all her spiders run free.
They wrapped him in silk,
Turned his blood into milk
And gobbled his ego for tea.
*I was going to say they ate his brains, but then, they would have starved.
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Hahaha!! Ah, orange you so funny! Thanks so much for your witty poem, Chuckie. 🍊 🕷 🕸
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Orange? I’m ghostly 👻 pale.
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Crow for president!
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Fang-tastic nursery rhyme, Fly! The title card is horrific — I would want to die if I saw a huge spider in my curds and whey… no wonder Miss Muffet perished. 🕷 🕸 🍵 🥄
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I have a feeling something bad will happen to Humpty Dumpty.
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Ooh, I can’t wait to find out!
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Good going guys 😀
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Thanks! 🙂
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Little Miss Muffet
Tried so hard to puff it
But the spider-shaped bong
Had a pipe so long
It took an hour to get a hit.
She made such a fit,
She didn’t see the pit,
Where she fell
And found she landed in hell.
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Hellishly fun, Karina. How beautiful to see a spider-shaped bong! I’m imagining its fangs and the curve of eight legs in a multitude of colors. Ha! Listen to me; I think I got a hit from it already. Lol. Thanks much. I’ll post your poem in a few minutes. 🕷💨
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Haha
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Miss Muffet will certainly be the highest person in Hell, and she doesn’t need wings. The angels are jealous of her achievement…and her spider-shaped bong.
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She won’t be playing a harp, she can make do with spoons . . .
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Haha, awesome stuff, the tuffet and the muffet, love it… This is all my brain could release..
Little Miss Muffet,
told the boys to go stuff it,
she wasn’t going to give it away,
but when she saw spider,
and his length did excite her,
she lost her virginity the next day.
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Lol! Hotdog!! That was hilarious, Matthew. One can’t blame Miss Muffet 😀 🕷 🌭
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There once was a lady with fangs who couldn’t do it just once so she had to do it again till she thought she was done but the taste was so good she needed to do it again
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Woohoo! So glad I found you! You’re a marvel. I love dark humor and horror and am totally excited that someone like you is out there. Can’t wait to read more. I write short stories and dark poetry. Old nursery rhymes are the perfect subject and many of them have a rather sordid history.
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Sorry for the late reply! If you’d like to submit a story or a dark piece of fiction, then feel free to send your creation to: slashermonstersubmissions@gmail.com
A new Mother Ghoul game should be posted relatively soon — stay tuned! Thanks for commenting and stopping by.
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I’m planning on submitting a dark story! Thanks…
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Great! The monsters can’t wait to read your story…fresh meat!
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