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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.

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

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  1. Date: 12/7/2016 2:47:00 PM

    You killed me with pig-pens...eat more pork
  1. Date: 12/7/2016 10:45:00 AM

    haha...love your out look of what is going on Hugs Eve
  1. Date: 12/7/2016 9:14:00 AM

    Old McArthur had a farm! A fun one my friend.
  1. Date: 12/6/2016 5:56:00 AM

    Such a multilayered poem, even one such a me that does not see the full picture of events or the world can appreciate this piece for there are lines that will resonate throughout history.

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