The Three Little Jigglys

Now this isn’t a fairytale,

Though it might seem

A symbol of power blows

Down self esteem

That extra percentage

Tips the BMI scale,

So driven on winning,

Yet so set up to fail

The first little piggy,

So young and so proud,

Built defense against the wolf

Who tries to tear him down.

He protects himself with straw,

A thick wall indeed,

But the wolf’s words got to him,

With quite some speed.

The first little piggy ran

To the second’s

Made of sticks,

They were not one bit hesitant.

They protect themselves with sticks,

A stronger wall for sure,

But the wolf mocked them once

And happiness seemed a blur.

Now the first and the second ran

To their big brother piggy the 3rd,

A house made of bricks,

Surely they wouldn’t hear a word.

A family protects themselves with bricks,

A wall so grand and sturdy,

The wolf was never in such a hurry.

He laughed, and he wheezed,

He bullied the piggys,

Laughed at their size,

How their layers appeared

So jiggly.

But the pigs were untouched,

For they could not hear,

The wolf climbed up their house,

Hoping the hurt would soon appear.

He fell down the chimney and into a trap,

The piggys couldn’t take anymore,

So they decided to fight back.

Not in the way that the wolf once did,

But with the steaming pot of

“Please stop,” “Go away,”

“From this house you’re forbid.”

So the wolf ran out,

Realizing what he had done,

And the piggys danced happily,

Jiggling in the autumn’s sun.