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Rated: E · Poetry · Children's · #1389834
A rewrite of the children's fairy tale in rhyme.
A trio of pigs, once left on their own,
Went into the world, not afraid, but alone.
They decided it best if each went his own way;
So they parted and waved near the man who sold hay.

The first porker stopped and started to ponder,
“I think I can build a straw house over yonder.”
He bought all the hay that he could afford
And the man bound it up with a big bungee cord.

In no time at all, his home was complete.
Then he fixed a big sandwich and sat down to eat.
But then came a knock, and to his surprise,
He peeked out the window at two yellow eyes.

“Little Pig, Little Pig, please open your door.
I’m tired and I’m thirsty, my feet are so sore.”
“Not by the hair of my chin-y, chin, chin
Would I ever let the likes of you in.”

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff”, said the pushy canine,
“I’ll chase you and scare you and on you I’ll dine.”
So he huffed and he puffed until down came the home
And away ran the pig to his sister’s new dome.

Her structure of sticks was an interesting sight,
But he wouldn’t be picky, he’d be safe tonight;
But soon a soft tap interrupted their sleep.
They peeked out the window to see a white sheep.

“Little Pig, Little Pig, please open your door,
I’m tired and I’m thirsty.  My feet are so sore.”
But through the sheep’s clothing were two yellow eyes.
This sheep was no sheep, but the wolf in disguise!

The pigs were not fooled, they were onto his tricks,
So shaking, they stuttered behind all those sticks,
“No, n-not by the hair of our chin-y, chin, chins
Would we ever let the l-likes of you in.”

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff,” said the pushy canine,
I’ll chase you and scare you and on you I’ll dine.”
So he huffed and he puffed ‘til the house stood no more
And off shot the pigs to their brother’s front door.


On their heels was the wolf,  he was quick as a wink.
Still huffin’ and puffin’ behind blurs of pink.
By the time he had reached the fortress of bricks,
He knew this was more than the challenge of sticks.

When he took a deep breath and he went to blow out
He fell to the ground, the poor wolf just passed out.
He awakened to find the pigs fanning his face.
His head hung in shame, he said, “What a disgrace.”

“I’m sorry”, he said with a meek, humble grin,
“I feel bad for all of the trouble I’ve been.
I’ve frightened and chased you all over this town,
And you kindly helped me,” he said with a frown.

So wolf changed his ways.  You just never know
What kindness can do for an enemy, so
Be kind to the neighbor who seems full of wind.
He just might be a wolf in need of a friend.
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