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KEEP IT IN THE FAMILY  



Three  pigs and mummy pigette so pretty
There was peace in pork city -
It was all fine until she re-married some grunter
Some boar from the village, a hunter,
Drunken  tough guy with one tusk,
Lurching about from dawn to dusk:
The kids suddenly became step  piglets,
No longer mum’s  wee starlets,
And all of a sudden the trough
For everybody wasn’t big enough.
And it was pigball on tv  Saturday afternoons
Instead of the  other channel’s pigtoons; 
No washing in the mudpond your piggy face
His huge hams took up all the space;
The kids were soon achin’
To turn him into bacon;
They didn’t want to endure him in their cottage -
Simply to cure him into sausage,
To  see a  shining  fork 
Filled with step-dad pork.
So they asked  a  wolf so big and bad
To  come one day and eat the step-dad.
But the pigs would soon regret this move
As the huff-and-puff episode would clearly prove:
Wolfie now had a taste for pigmeat, 
And considered it a special meal treat.
So unless you have no alternatives
Never ask a wolf to eat your relatives.

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