Little Miss Muffet was a dirty tart
Who met men on a tuffet in the woods
They brought her curds and whey to eat
Which she usually sucked of their manhoods

Now one day while she was waiting for her man
A large spider she did spy
After a while when her bloke didn’t show
The eight legged freak she thought she would try.

She put the arachnid on the hood of her clit
And gasped as it started to dance
For the rush that ran through her was like nothing before
As moisture gathered in the lips of her entrance

Suddenly her orgasm hit her like a train
The poor spider had no chance to escape
She squirted like she never had before
And the spider drowned in a puddle the size of a lake.

Anthony Lund

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