Little Piggies

Little Piggies (alternative title of This Little Piggy Went God Knows Where...)

Leaning against rickety fibs,

tapping fidgeting digits on the banister.

Swallowing down slippery quips-

(the last drop from your thinking canister)

There's a throttle in your glottal stop-

an urgency in your topic swap-

that brings to question your character.

You say the truth is not absolute

but on a spectrum of ambiguous parameters.

 

Now, before you go kicking off those

comfortable shoes

(The ones with the laces kept lazily loose)

I suggest to prep your pep

lest your steps get confused.

 

See, your scuff is unusually sheen,

your behaviour is not one brought on by caffeine

and it leaves me uneasy,

feeling stuck between

curiosity and not wanting to know-

Oh little piggies where've you been,

and with whom did you roam?

 

ALTERNATE FINAL STANZA:

See, your scuff is unusually sheen-

your brownbagged flask's certainly no caffeine

But I supsend disbelief. I'm struggling between

Curiosity and not wanting to know-

Oh little piggies- where've you been,

and with whom did you roam?

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