The Three Little Pigs - continued

 

 

Alas that story’s not exact,

What I tell you, now, is pure fact.

 

Wolfie and the piggies three

Shared a camaraderie.

The best of friends, you’ll find they were,

The tale you heard is just a slur

Upon poor Wolfie and his kind.

I hope that I can change your mind.

 

In the house with walls of straw,

After lunch, at ten past four,

Wolf and piggies were replete;

Pigs stretched out, put up their feet,

Or trotters, if you will insist.

They’d drunk a lot, were slightly pissed.

 

Then in the air, it came to pass,

A seepage of some cooking gas;

‘Cos after cooking, piggy one

Had left the stove’s gas burners on

And, alas, they’d been blown out

By a draught that swirled about.

 

Wolf had just lit up his pipe

And farted, with a smell quite ripe;

He suffered from digestive gas

In his rear and prone to pass.