PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

The used to be 4 little pigs


Once upon a time You promised You promised you'd ride for me You promised that when times got hard you'd stay for me You promised that because I didn't look as good you'd stick around me You promised that you'd lift me up when I was down But you left and now you have me saying "little pigs, little pigs, come out or I'll blow your house down" With all my might I will blow this house down You promised that we would be friends till the end But I blew your houses down and realized by the house of bricks I was better off alone in the end.
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.