Tom Bell Poet Burlesque

The Three Little Bigs

Once upon a time,
There were three Little- Bigs
(They were short, but fat.)

They knew the hungry wolf
Would like to pick them up,
And maybe score some ham,

So the three Little-Bigs,
All went to different places,
To slim down their
Porky butts...

The first Little-Big went
To "Gold's Gym"
Figuring diet and fighting skills
Would keep the wolf at bay...

But the wolf was a Black-Belt,
And had his Pork and Beans...
The second Little-Big,
Searched for better means...

So he got a bullet-proof vest,
But Mr. Wolf did not need a gun,
He bite off that Little-Big's head,
He thought it was great fun!

Our last Little-Biggie,
Bought himself a knife,
When Mr Wolf approached,
He took the Wolf's evil life...

So if you have to fend off a wolf,
Keep your wits real sharp,
Use your shiv on his neck,
And cover his body with a tarp

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