Three Little Pigs


Three Little Pigs

There was once three brother boars
One poor, one rich, and one in between
They all happened to be neighbors
Their homes are now the next horrific seen

At one time they had close happy ties
This was unfortunately no longer so
As money and power created family lies
Turning each of them into the others foes

You see the youngest brother had great luck
Living in a house of sturdy brick
Never sparing his brothers a buck
This made the other two very sick

The middle child lived in a home of wood
Never given anything he earned what he had
Living in envy of everything he could
Jealousy over the years drove him mad

The oldest, who made mistakes every turn
Showed his brothers what no to do
So from his failures his brothers did learn
Living in a house of straw he hated the other two

Licking his lips from his last meal
The wolf wonders out of forest
Chuckling over these three pigs ordeal
He decides its far from a time to rest

Wondering up the the house of straw
Starts speaking to the eldest pig
Handing him a box of matches and saw
saying you could always destroy the house of twig

The eldest brother thought about it
The wolf then momentarily depart
The eldest brother left after a bit
Off into the forest to begin his start

Returning rolling a big log like a tire
He put it in front of his brothers door
Then preceded to start a bond fire
His brother screams as the roof hit the floor

The youngest brother watched this action
Laughing inside his house of rock
His brother’s murder bringing satisfaction
His laughter ceased by a knock

Cautiously he asked ” Who’s There?”
There was only another knock as a reply
The second knock raised his chin hair
Grabbing a metal cane he gave a sigh

Sitting beside his fire place
Quietly he sat collected and ready
As the knocking began increasing pace
He found himself strangely steady

Outside his older brother was up to no good
Placing brick after brick in front of the door
The knocks came from the bricks hitting the wood
As the youngest brother sat unaware in his tombs core

As the sun and its light began to fall
The eldest brother placed his last stone
Stepping back to admire his well made wall
As his youngest brother sat clueless on his throne

Happily he made two more
To cover the window seals
The wolf smiled at this gore
The pig inside to die from lack of meals

The wolf looked at the remaining pig
Hunger now had returned to his eyes
Soon into the boars flesh his teeth did dig
Then all three pigs met with their demise

My version of “Three Little Pigs” Comes from the traditional version of the “Three Little Pigs Nursery Rhyme, no copyright infringements implied, Original ideas and content date back to the 18th century, to view the original works please go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nursery_rhymes

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