| I am trapped like a rat in a story that's wrong, Coz I'm big, and I'm bad, and I'm wolf, and I'm strong, And I shout, "Little pigs! Won't you let me come in?" But they're scared of my claws and my toothy big grin, |  |
And I huff, and I puff, 'til I can't puff no more,
But I can't even blow down the house made of straw,
For the straw's full of dust like you find in the attic,
And my vet has told me that I am asthmatic.
So I huff and I puff,
and I puff and I huff,
but my wolf whistle puffing,
is never enough.
So you see, in this tale, I am misunderstood,
But I've jaws, and I've claws good for Red Riding Hood,
And the Three Little Pigs are not part of my plan,
Coz I hate eating pork...
But I love eating gran!
Poem © 2013 Alex Craggs
Illustration © 2013 Bridget Strevens-Marzo
But I can't even blow down the house made of straw,
For the straw's full of dust like you find in the attic,
And my vet has told me that I am asthmatic.
So I huff and I puff,
and I puff and I huff,
but my wolf whistle puffing,
is never enough.
So you see, in this tale, I am misunderstood,
But I've jaws, and I've claws good for Red Riding Hood,
And the Three Little Pigs are not part of my plan,
Coz I hate eating pork...
But I love eating gran!
Poem © 2013 Alex Craggs
Illustration © 2013 Bridget Strevens-Marzo
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