Little Pig,Little Pig,A Rewrite
little pig beware the lupine cliques-
that prowl the woods of politics
the scent of money they adore
as all the while they howl for more
yowling from the forest floor
beguiling with their wily tricks
forego the straws and fragile sticks
and build your house of bricks!
Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2012
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