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When the wolf applied nicely
If he could come in,
The pigs replied thricely he shouldn't.
Then they scratched at the hairs
On their chinny chin chins,
And tightly bolted the door so he wouldn't.
But wolves, when out shopping,
Are not easily put off,
Even faced with the risks they are takin'.
This one ignored the wheezing,
And the nagging, rasping cough,
In his lust for ham, pork chops, and bacon.
First, he blew down the straw house,
Then the one made of sticks,
But by the third he was straining and grasping.
It was a veritable fortress
Of well-mortared bricks,
And emphysema left him panting and gasping.
With one last mournful howl,
The wolf knew he was done
And lay down in the driveway, embarrassed.
The pigs regained their composure
And called 911,
But when the cops came, the wolf claimed he was harassed.
The argument raged
For an hour or more
'til the cops gave them all a citation.
Still gasping for breath
As he slunk from the door,
The wolf was stopped by a squealed invitation.
"Wolfie, oh, Wolfie, please won't you come in?
We'd so like to have you for lunch."
And he would have gone on and ignored the appeal,
If he only knew that "ragout de loup" (pr. rah-goo duh loo)
Was the entrée, but he had no hunch,
And he was not one to pass up a free meal.
When a wolf's sick and hungry,
He might let down his guard
And do dumb things a wolf shouldn't ought to.
But for pigs, it's expedient
To get the final ingredient
Required for a tasty "wolf stew".
The wolf's huffing and puffing
Couldn't even come close
To the pigs' stratagems and devices.
After seven martinis,
It still hadn't dawned on the dope
That intelligence wasn't one of his vices.
If he'd had more brains than brawn,
This poor wolf might have known
That the pigs never meant to surrender.
They'd no more need to fear or hate him,
They knew the booze would marinate him,
So when they served him up and ate him,
He'd be quite succulent and tender.
If this tale has a moral, I'd like to propose
That "three heads are better than one" be selected.
In this case, not the one who worked the hardest,
But the ones who worked the smartest,
And as the little piggies guessed,
The wolf was the perfect luncheon guest.
Of course, their table manners weren't the best,
So they still made pigs of themselves, as expected.
Grandpa 26 Dec 2025
Giving zerberts on her tummy and playing piggies to make her laugh.
Running after her and watching to ensure she’s safe in the park.
Assembling and adjusting a child’s artist easle before Christmas.
Never letting her cross the street alone, but going on frequent walks.
Driving her to see farm animals, pumpkin patches and corn mazes.
Playing chopsticks with her on the piano, holding her index fingers.
Allowing Carolina to experience new things as long as they’re safe.
Carolina 26 Dec 2025
Carrying more dollies and toys than a toddler can reasonably hold.
Always in motion, we nicknamed her both tornado and hurricane.
Running or pushing toy baby carriages, strollers and mowers.
Only not quite three, she insists on climbing up the big kids’ slides.
Learning about gardening with Grandpa, and cooking with Grandma.
Interested early in books, but won’t let us read all before turning the pages
Nightly learning to say her prayers with Grandma before going to bed.
Although always exhausting, she is missed when she’s back with her folks.
A barn on a hill.
Beside was a wheat mill.
Corn grew in tall stalks.
"Ding, Dong!" said the clocks.
Early morning sunshine.
Finally 'twas feeding time!
Grass was the main course.
Hay for the horse.
I fed seed to the hens.
Jersey Cows in their pens.
Kid goats brayed.
Llamas strayed.
My kitten was purring.
Nobody was listening.
Oh, the pigs are squeeling.
Piggies, I'm coming!
Quickly, I ran to the shed.
Roosters, waiting to be fed.
Sheep with their fuzzy wool.
Turkeys want a handful.
Under the warm sun’s heat.
Vegetables, washed and ready to eat.
Watered the lawn early today.
Xeriscaping now takes place.
Y’all would’ve loved this day.
Zip-dee-doo-da-yay!
Nothing but puppies;
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
When they get out of the pool yukky
Smelly are the fur biddies,
And those floppies, kitties,putties, putty, puffy, bunnies,
Eaten all the yuppy gummies,
While those piggies huskies tummy’s are muddy
Biddies, buddy, buggies, bunny, butties, copies,cubbies, cuppy, druggies, Duckies, fluffy, funny, fuzzy,
Guppies, hungry for honey,
hubbies, huggies, huskies, lovelies, lucky, lumpy, money, monies, muddy, mummies, nappies,piggies, pities, puppy
Swam with the guppies;
Hang out cause their buddies,
Nothing but puppies;
5/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Mary had a little lamb
The birth was quite a sensation
It should go down in the history books
She needed a lot of sedation
Pinocchio had a very long nose
It grew when telling a lie
Geppetto couldn't keep it from growing
No matter how hard he tried
Three little piggies went tripping along
To the butcher, they were the target
Who was bent on chopping these piggies up
To sell 'em at the local market
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
Of course the answer is yes
They're sheep, that's a real silly question
Three bags full would be my guess
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle
Didn't think cats could play an instrument
Though I've heard some play a viola
That'd be like me climbing trees, the equivalent
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
At my age, you must be jazzing me
It's been a long time since I was nimble or quick
Was probably just a wee tike of three
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie
The current trend is over eating
No wonder obesity is rampant in the world
Bad habits our kids we've been teaching
Mary had a little lamb
She also had a goat
Mary's been messing with the animals again
Naughty Mary, I here do quote
© Jack Ellison 2015
If pigs could fly it wouldn’t be good
You’d have to go out with a brolly
Wear Wellington boots and waterproof suits
Life wouldn’t be happy or jolly
There’d be danger around every corner
You’d think in your car you’d be safe
But unless you’re under some cover
Either you or your car they will strafe
The Towns would be dirty and smelly
And slippery in the extreme
We’d have to employ a small army
In an effort to keep the streets clean
Now don’t you get all of a fluster
For the scientists haven’t yet found
The means of piggy propulsion
Or getting the beasts off the ground
If one day this nightmare should happen
It won’t come as any surprise
If they manage to get piggies airborne
Then the price of bacon will rise
© John W Fenn 17-01-2009
Form:
Only heaven knows
Where this is going to go
But have you ever stopped long enough
To take a look at your toes
The ones on the right
The ones on the left
How over time
They all look so different
While some seem smashed
Or is that smooshed
Either way that you say
Look at the way that they look
They do love to be free
Fresh air makes them wiggle
And when touched have the need
To laugh out loud giggle
Yet one look at my toes
Shows they're bent out of shape
If they had tongues to talk
Who knows what they would say
With a tuft of hair in each center
Punk rock piggies at their best
I decide as an after thought
To paint each Mohawk red
Told you only heaven knows
Where this was going to go
When I stopped for just a minute
To look at my toes
Mary had a little lamb
The birth was quite a sensation
It should go down in the history books
She needed a lot of sedation
Pinocchio had a very long nose
It grew when telling a lie
Geppetto couldn't keep it from growing
No matter how hard he tried
Three little piggies went tripping along
To the butcher, they were the target
Who was bent on chopping these piggies up
To sell 'em at the local market
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
Of course the answer is yes
They're sheep, that's a real silly question
Three bags full would be my guess
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
At my age, you must be jazzing me
It's been a long time since I was nimble or quick
Was probably just a wee tike of three
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie
The current trend is over eating
No wonder obesity is rampant in the world
Bad habits our kids we've been teaching
Mary had a little lamb
She also had a goat
Mary's been messing with the animals again
Naughty Mary, I here doth quote
Mary had a little lamb
The birth was quite a sensation
It should go down in the history books
She needed a lot of sedation
Three little piggies went tripping along
To the butcher, they were the target
Who was bent on chopping these piggies up
To sell 'em at the local market
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool
Of course the answer is yes
They're sheep, that's a real silly question
Three bags full would be my guess
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
At my age, you must be jazzing me
It's been a long time since I was nimble or quick
Was probably just a wee tike of three
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie
The current trend is over eating
No wonder obesity is rampant in the world
Bad habits our kids we've been teaching
Mary had a little lamb
She also had a goat
Mary's been messing with the animals again
Naughty Mary, I here do quote
© Jack Ellison 2015
When I was only ten years old, I yelled at my TV
For I could not believe the filth they played to kids like me
Right there upon my TV screen, a frog with skin of green
Was lusted after by a pig whose plans were quite obscene
That frog would always act like he was playing hard to get
But that there pig would have her way… it was a certain bet
Well, some years on I met that frog and frankly I saw red
I glared right at that dirty frog and this is what I said…
Up yours, Bacon-Balls, there’s no ifs and no buts
I’d bet ten bucks you let that pig have access to your nuts
So up yours, Bacon-Balls, your love life is a crime
A frog that sleeps with pigs should be a frog that’s doing time
Amphibians ain’t meant to speak, but he’d been on TV
He stood there with an attitude and tried to make me see
I glared at him and said there’s nothing here to be discussed
A frog that sleeps with piggies is a frog I’ll never trust
Up yours, Bacon-Balls, there’s no ifs and no buts
I’d bet ten bucks you let that pig have access to your nuts
So up yours, Bacon-Balls, your love life is a crime
A frog that sleeps with pigs should be a frog that’s doing time
See, I’d just seen my dentist and he told me you’d been in
He said he had to throw you out or land one on your chin
He wouldn’t see you then, nor would he polish up the gnashers
Of any frog whose teeth and breath smelled much like bacon rashers
Up yours, Bacon-Balls, there’s no ifs and no buts
I’d bet ten bucks you let that pig have access to your nuts
So up yours, Bacon-Balls, your love life is a crime
A frog that sleeps with pigs should be a frog that’s doing time
That frog has really messed me up. My nightmares feature girls
They all have snouts, four trotters and a little tail that curls
My given name is Herman so my friends all call me Hermie
But in my nightmare all those pigs squeal, “Come to Mumma, Kermie!”
Up yours, Bacon-Balls, there’s no ifs and no buts
I’d bet ten bucks you let that pig have access to your nuts
So up yours, Bacon-Balls, your love life is a crime
A frog that sleeps with pigs should be a frog that’s doing time
I only hope that, one day, on him, law enforcement calls
And at the gallows they will hang him by his bacon balls
Be sure that I shall be right there to watch him as he falls
And as they pull the lever, I’ll cry, “Up yours, Bacon Balls!”