Three Pigs

Three Pigs

A Poem by BlueEyedAngel

There were three pigs.
One was rich and had common sense.
The middle one was poor and dense,
Youngest one was book smart with a bit o scense (common sense & cents).

Smart pig built a house made from bricks,
Stood out more then the others.
Middle pig made house from hay,
He was dumb, they stayed away from one another.
The youngest looked in the book, made his outta sticks.
He was book smart, but no sense like his older brother

The neighbor, was sly as a fox.
He was a wolf with tricks up his sleeve.
His wife got mad,
Finally told him to leave.
She got tired of him not being responsible,
Only wanted to hang out with his pet peeve.

He decided to hang out in the woods,
Began to snoop around.
On his face was a smile,
Certainly not a frown.
He was dressed like a girl,
Wearing a beautiful night gown.

He went to the youngest pig's house.
Asked to enter his door.
Pig said, "get out of here!"
"I've seen you somewhere before."

Wolf decided to not waste hs breath,
Took a match and lit the sticks.
Pig could see him standing there, licking his lips.

Ran to the dumb brothers home.
He opened the door, his brother was alone.
The wolf said, "let me in to visit."
"I am the neighbor you've known."

Took a match and lit the house.
They ran to their smart brother with a skip and a hop.
The wolf huffed and puffed  said, "forget it."
Climbed to the chimney and down he dropped.

They were cooking veggie soup,
He dropped into the pot.
Now he didn't have to go to the store,
Waited to eat, until it was nice and hot.

They went to tell his old lady he was dead.
She said, "oh well, I am much farther ahead."

THE END

© 2015 BlueEyedAngel


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BlueEyedAngel
BlueEyedAngel

Olean, NY



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