Last Little Piggy Goes To Market
I am the littlest piggy, and when I commenced to roam,
why did I cry “Wee wee wee” all the long way home?
My sibling went to market and I followed along.
The path was rough and winding–as steep as it was long.
My little legs were tired, yet I followed close behind––
I wondered if he knew that I was following if he’d mind.
My family never let me go hardly anywhere,
so market piqued my interest. I wondered what was there.
I asked my other siblings if they wouldn’t like to try it,
but one was into his roast beef, the other on a diet.
She said she would be tempted by the pastries and the candy.
This was enough to convince me this market was a dandy.
When we crested the final hill and rounded the last bend,
the market spread out for so far, I couldn’t see its end.
Booth after booth was set up to sell its chosen fare.
My head swung fast from side to side to see all that was there.
Buttons, bolsters, bumbershoots and books with songs or riddles.
Little dainty donuts with whipped cream in their middles.
Tinkertoys and rubber balls and cricket bats and kites.
My eyes could not keep up with all these delicious sights.
I lost sight of my brother, but I didn’t care.
I was too busy ogling all this varied fare.
My tummy started rumbling. Ice cream, cakes and pies.
I wished that I could put my mouth where I had put my eyes.
But then I stopped to look at a very curious rig
and a big sign that said “Barbecue—what? Barbecue pig????
Folks stood around with sandwiches filled with dripping meat,
and then I saw another sign that said “Pickled Pig’s Feet!!!”
My pigs’ feet took me out of there as fast as I could joggle.
I didn’t stop for donuts. I didn’t stop to ogle.
I scurried for my own safe yard, squealing “Wee, wee, wee!”
Now when I seek adventure, home is enough for me!!!
For the latest dVerse Poetics prompt: A different take on myths or legends.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Phew. I was worried the little pig would get eaten!
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Marilyn, you’re thinking of the sequel, “Little Piggy Goes to Last Market”.
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Ha!!!! Why didn’t I think of that? Stealing my thunder, m’boy!!!!
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Omg, that was an adorable poem! You are tickling my funny bone with this one!
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Thanks, Kim. That was my intention….
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I knew there was more to him than just wee wee wee.
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Ha!! I Know. The littlest piggie always gets short shrift!
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Ah, that is such an enjoyable read — this rhyme has that sense of adventure with an ending which tells of the perils of the same. Ha! I am glad that the little piggy wasn’t procured for the delicacies. Such a cool verse! 🙂
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Thanks, Anmol. So glad you enjoyed it.
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Oh this was such a delightful read!! ❤️❤️
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Good one, Judy…now I understand the toe game 😉
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Yes.. no one ever gave an adequate answer to what set off the little piggy before, did they?
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This is wondrously clever and well written. I loved every line, and the end left me smiling hugely. BRAVO!
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Thanks, Beverly. Poor little piggie!
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Absolutely wonderful. I laughed and was so happy when he escaped the sauce.
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Ha. As was I. I never quite know what is going to happen until it happens.
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I did laugh, really laughed, so good.
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Judy… great fun, great rhyme, great meter, great rhythm, great write – and great to read! Great job… 🙂
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Thanks, Rob. So glad you enjoyed the last little piggie!
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