The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs The three little pigs Had lost their wigs So now all the animals saw Was three little bald wiggly pigs They had pen and paper Pigs writing poetry They said oinking and inking was in their nature We have to change the laws of the legislature Pigs and poetry was made a crime The horses sneered, well it was about time They wrote dirty prose and broken verse Why even Orwell felt this was totally perverse The ducks just clucked As ducks normally doo They chuckled at pig poets going to the loo They would soon fly away, or else they would be forced to sue The three little pigs For their poetry stew Nuwas rode in on his donkey grey Looked at the pigs and said oh no don’t you stay When Abu yelled to the sheep over there He said bring me a sheepskin and a little of him Wine flowed as he spun his tales from jail Of the young couple Mary and Joseph, he laughed and he wailed Why he said of the three little pigs Thought themselves Royals cause they wrote with pig-pens At the wave of his glass, is said be off to your dens I of antiquity, shall cheer and dance with my fellow turkmen Seeking justice the pigs went to the owl However the goats looked up and cried that’s a fowl Now the farmer was away paying his taxes in town When he came back to the farm He found three little pigs had drowned Notes: This was inspired by a combination of ideas concepts, the first being George Orwell’s Animal Farm, then the controversial proclivities of Abu Nuwas, and the common thread, other than the bizarre, is the freedom to question all things, the failure to do so, only slows down the advancement of science and new ideas.