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 dVerse Poets Illustration done with AI
LOL, Judy “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.” – a salutary life lesson there…
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Thanks, Frewin, for reading and giggling!
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I wished that I could put my mouth where I had put my eyes. …. funny and relatable.
I loved you take on this timeless tale.
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Thanks, Nigel. for reading and commenting.
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You’re welcome
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Seamless, a vast amount of work, producing great narrative. Amazed.
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Thanks, Ain. Pleased to amaze thee.
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Wee, wee, wee/ this is as good as could be!
Delightful write, Judy!
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These diVerse Poets..just can’t manage not to rhyme even in their comments! ;o)
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Lol! I love rhyming and reading your rhyming verses is always a delight and an inspiration!
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Pickled trotters… such an awful dish for me, but even worse for a little pig…
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I know. I’ve never eaten them. Can’t even imagine doing so and writing this poem has made me regret bacon, but hasn’t made me stop eating it.
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That was my favourite story and picture book when I was little – and home tends to be the best! A wonderful write – Jae
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Such a fun and clever take on the prompt, Judy! I was anxious for that piggy going to the market, but thankfully he made it home, as you write in the fabulous last stanza!
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