For some unknown reason last night as I lay sleeping, I woke up with questions about the nursery rhyme, Little Miss Muffet. I thought I would share.
- Little Miss Muffet brings up images of "Little Lord Fauntleroy".
Is she a spoiled brat? Who calls her "Little Miss Muffet" anyway? The servants in a mocking voice. "Here comes Little Miss Muffet. What does that damn devil child want now?" - Muffet?
Do they know in England that "muff it" means to screw the pooch in athletics. I know this because playing right field in baseball I was told I "muff it" more than occasionally. - Tuffet?
It sound like she is sitting on just one tuff of a nip and tucked sofa. Who uses the word tuffet anymore anyway? I think I shall go to friends house and when they say,"can I get you a chair?" I will respond, "No. I'll just sit on the tuffet here, Thanks." And then study their faces. - Curds AND Whey.
Gross. I have learned since living with a Wisconsinite that raw sour milk is divided into curds, from which they make cheese and whey, which they use instead of salt to ice roads. - Spider
And isn't she uppity about spiders? Girl, he sat down beside you. He didn't hurt you. He didn't even give you the evil eye. No, just a spider living his best spidy life and you go all apeshit and scream. - Run Away
Probably the best for you to leave the area. And leave the staff alone while you're at it.
Anyway, how was your night?
Scooter
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