Little Miss Muffet by Paul Dehn

Little Miss Muffet

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.

-Paul Dehn

Borrowed from Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle

Earth by John Hall Wheelock

Earth

“A planet doesn’t explode of itself,” said drily
The Martian astronomer, gazing off into the air –
“That they were able to do it is proof that highly
intelligent beings must have been living there.”

-John Hall Wheelock

Borrowed from Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle

Earth by Oliver Herford

Earth

If this little world tonight
Suddenly should fall through space
In a hissing headlong flight,
Shrivelling from off its face,
As it falls into the sun,
In an instant every trace
Of the little crawling things –
Ants, philosophers, and lice,
Cattle, cockroaches, and kings,
Beggars, millionaires, and mice,
Men and maggots all as one
As it falls into the sun….
Who can say but at the same
Instant from some planet far
A child may watch us and exclaim:
“See the pretty shooting star!”

-Oliver Herford

Borrowed from Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle