The Big Bad Wolf:Part 2A Poem by Sirius KingPart 2 (3 Pigs 1 Wolf)The Big Bad Wolf Part 2 (3Pigs 1Wolf)
I ran all the way home Not once did I look back What the hell did I just experience? I’ve never been through such an attack
I ran miles through the woods Over broken branches and rocks To get to my front door To find out the landlords Had changed my locks
At this point, I’m irritated In no mood to be kind I’m ready to find These three slumlord-swine And give them a piece of my mind!
All three of them are brothers In fact, they’re triplets All three are lazy, No-good, Potbelly piglets
I marched to the youngest one’s house His name is Otis I was ready to show him exactly where He can stick his eviction notice
Otis is the wimpy one And not at all too bright So I didn’t expect trouble from him Or much of a fight
He is an absolute moron An imbecile, who has me in awe How dumb do you have to be… To build your house with straw?
I knocked on the door And yelled for him to come out “Otis, get your rump-roast out here! …Before I break your snout!”
“I paid my rent And I paid it on time! You have no right to kick me out! I don’t owe you a dime!”
The porker poked out his head and said…
“Your rent went up And you haven’t paid the difference That’s why you’ve been evicted So goodbye! And good riddance!”
I responded,
“I paid what I agreed to pay When I signed my lease But I refuse to pay anymore So cut the rent increase!”
He peeked out his window And squealed, “No! You have to pay us Now! Or you have to go!”
My anger was beginning to build up And I was trying to hold it back, Because when I become enraged It causes a massive asthma attack
"Stupid pig, dumb pig, let me come in!" "No, no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin." "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in Then out of my lungs, came an angry burst of wind.
…and with that, The whole house collapsed Like a haystack Straw scattered everywhere Everything went flat
The swine wasted no time He started running south I followed the squeals All the way to his brother’s house ************************************************************************************* The second oldest brother is Orson And he weighs a ton I would really get a kick out of Seeing his fat a*s try to run
His house smelled like a garbage dump And a busted septic tank, all mixed You could smell the odor a mile away Seeping through his house made of sticks
I knocked on the door And yelled for them both to come out “Don’t act like you’re not home! You know what this is about!”
I peeked in the window And twisted the doorknob “Face me like the pig you are! You big, fat slob!”
Orson snorted,
“Get the hell off my property With all of your vulgarity! I’m sorry you’re homeless now, But I don’t give to charity!”
"Fat pig, sloppy pig, let me come in." "No, no, not by the bacon grease on my chinny chin chin." "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in” “If I’m homeless- We are all gonna be homeless, then!”
Just then, out of my lips Formed a massive hurricane It snapped every twig in sight And flattened the house’s frame
As Otis sprinted out of the wreckage, Obese Orson rolled down the hill All the way to their brother’s house I followed the sows’ squeals ************************************************************************************* The oldest is Orwell He is the “brains” out of the bunch But judging from the others That’s not saying very much
At least he had the common sense To build his house with bricks Unlike dumb and dumber Who used chewing gum, Hay, and sticks
“Up until now, I’ve been nice But not anymore! Come out, or I’ll come in! I’ll break down this door!”
“Just pay what you owe us!” Shouted the oinker, Orwell “I’m not paying a damn thing! You can go straight to hell!”
“The rent is too damn high To live in that pigsty! Now refund my money, Or you three pork chops are gonna fry!”
“I think you ought to leave, But if you don’t, it’s ok! You’ll get what’s coming to you, Because the cops are on their way!”
"Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in." "No, no, not by the hairs on our chinny chin chins." "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in” “I’ve done it before, and I’ll surely do it again!”
I filled my lungs with air And puffed with all my might But the house didn’t budge I knew this would be a fight
I blew so hard, That I thought I popped a vein I Inhaled and exhaled Over and over again
Exhausted and out of breath I knew that I was done I could hear the hogs celebrating As if they had won
I didn’t want it to go this far They made me choose this route If they weren’t gonna face me, willingly I would smoke the sausages out
I climbed up to the chimney And shimmied down the shaft Suddenly I smelled smoke Then a fireball flew up my a*s!
I shot out of the chimney And landed in a pond I could hear the brothers laughing Clear across the lawn
“You can laugh now, But you’ll cry later Because this is not over! Next time, I’ll be prepared With three apples, A roaster, And a bulldozer!”
Just then, I heard police sirens They were loud and coming closer Then suddenly, I heard a familiar voice As their hand tapped my shoulder
The face that I saw, put a stamp On this day of downward spirals It was “Little’s Red’s” granny Sitting on her pink motorcycle
I was stuck between A brick house and hard place -With nowhere to hide She winked and said, “Hey there sexy, Do you need a ride?”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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