The Life Of A Fairy Tale
If I were a poet,
you would surely know it,
Even though this poet, will not show it,
He loves to go for it,
so here we go.
Once upon a time,
In a world so clean,
with the sky so blue,
there was a wolf,
and three piggies too,
now these piggies all built a house,
one from stick, brick, and straw,
and the wolf came around,
looking for a meal,
he smelled what the piggies were cooking,
it was some good veal,
now the wolf was so hungry,
he started to pout,
"Oh piggy please spare me some veal, for I am so hungry"
the piggy said "no, for you are a wolf, and wolfs get no veal"
so the wolf got angry and pout
and with a big huff and a puff he blew off some steam,
And walked away to come again another day.
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