LadyRayneGodiva

And much like Miss Muffet, I sat upon a tuffet of stuffing and springs, Awaiting my bowl, be it porridge, whey or what have you. Along came a spider, a rather large nasty one at that, Which crept up beside my hand, startling me from contemplation. For deep in thought I was, staring blankly As Jack placed his namesake upon the windows surrounding. I watched as traces of winter signed their names alone the panes, Thinking only of things that ne'er would be. Sighing, I escape the spider and wander, wondering along the way, About things that may have been. I think fondly on the house afar, where a Wolf so wicked was awaiting, Await