The Real Story of the Three Little Pigs
Apparently, I am a big bad canine,
but that stereotype just ain't mine.
I didn't mean to scare those pigs,
maybe they shouldn't have made a house out of twigs.
I had a cold that day,
oh my dismay.
Sure, I have really sharp teeth,
but really I'm as mean as a leaf.
I just wanted to be a clown,
I never meant to blow their house down.
This poem is about:
Our world
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