Poems

Three little pigs

Once upon a time,
On a bright sunny day.
Three little pigs,
Built three houses to stay.

The first built theirs out of hay,
The second sticks.
But the oldest and wisest,
Built theirs out of bricks.

The sun went down,
As it was turning night.
And a big bad wolf,
Came to give a pig a fright.

The wolf went to the pig,
Who built his house out of hay.
It was easy to blow down,
As it was built in one day.

The wolf only needed,
To take one breath.
And the poor little pig,
Was laid to rest.

The next day,
The other pigs found out.
They began,
To scream and shout.

They screamed all day,
And at night they did cry.
But little did they know,
That another shall die.

This night was cold,
A lot colder than before.
But the second little pig,
Heard a knock at his door.

It was the wolf,
And the pig tried to hide.
But he failed,
So that's how the second pig died.

There was no more hay,
No more sticks.
Only one pig,
And his house made of bricks.

He made a plan,
An evil one.
And the big bad wolf,
Was sure to be done.

The pig packed his bags,
And left.
He ran all day,
No time for rest.

At night when the wolf,
Came banging on his door.
A big explosion went off,
And the wolf was no more.

The pig was running for years,
Never to be found.
But he had time to stop,
And burry his brothers under ground.

The pig turned bad,
Hunting wolves like a hawk.
But it was only time,
When the last pig turned to pork.

He got put in a field,
With all pigs that looked alike.
Then loaded onto a van,
That said 'dinner delight'.