The Third little Piggy

 

The big bad wolf knocked on Piggy's door,

       "LET ME IN" he thus implored.

Not feeling in a right good mood,

         nor wanting to be wolfy food.

She tried to make a deal with him,

         but he replied, "LET ME IN".

 

The wolf was forceful, fierce and fast,

            puffing with almighty blast.

But she was fat, and heavy too,

           no matter how that wolfy blew.

He could not blow her house of bricks,

          nor fool her using wolfy tricks.

 

He sat upon the ground outside,

        licked his paws, sniffed and cried....

"Little piggy "LET ME IN",

        I haven't got a hairy chin.

What you hear is just not true.

       I would not play a trick on you!

 

I thought we'd share a cup of tea,

          perhaps a biscuit, two or three.

Then see a movie, drink some wine,

       dance together, 'wolf and swine'.

Forget the times of yesterday,

            homes of straw to blow away.

 

That was just a story see,

           they did not see the real me.

I did not want to eat you up,

           I was just a playful pup.

Looking for some friends to play.

        "LET ME IN" is what I say.

 

She thought about the house of sticks,

          her sister in an awful fix.

She thought about the house of straw,

        the 'chippies' bill to mend the door.

She thought a lot, whilst wolfy begged,

        she thought upon her lonely bed.

 

Wolfy if I LET YOU IN,

         will you shut that awful din?

Will you put your best suit on,

        will you join me in a song?

Will you promise to be good,

     not eat me like old Grandma Hood?

 

"That was not me I swear to it"

        said wolfy calming down a bit.

Persuaded by his wolfy grin,

      Piggy smiled and let him in.

And so it was they spent the night,

      dancing in the pale moon light.

 

Trotter and paw they danced ‘till dawn.

      until at last poor pig was worn.

“I fear it must be time for bed,

      and I must go at once she said”.

Wolfy smiled and licked his lips,

      then thought a while, before he quipped.

 

“Oh yes miss piggy, I’m tired too,

       I would not want to hinder you”.

Let me see you to the door,

       he grabbed her trotter with his paw.

“Thank you wolfy”, said miss piggy,

     “I must admit I feel quite giddy”.

 

Wobbling with her wine filled head,

      piggy fell at last to bed.

Whilst dreaming of the wine and song,

      Wolfy looked and lingered long.

He thought how nice that it would be,

       to have a boiling ham for tea.

 

A Sunday roast with all the trimmings,

      wolfy’s dream was just beginning.

And so it was that six months later,

      wolfy wondered why he ate her.

‘Twas true she was a tasty treat,

      he’d never tasted finer meat.

 

But now he was so cold and lonely,

      he couldn’t help but think, if only…