The 3 Pigs Poem by Randy McClave

The 3 little pigs were lost
Their bacon and ham would be the cost,
The 3 little pigs of a fairytale
The Devil disguised as a wolf came to send them all to hell.
Their houses were built from their belief
Never they believed would they encounter a liar or a thief,
Then came the big bad wolf
Who arrived soon outside the first pig's roof.
The first pig built his house entirely out of straw
His house like his soul and faith had a flaw,
Inside his straw house from the wolf he did hide
As the wolf was standing arrogantly outside.
The devil was after each one of them
And they ran away quickly to hide from him,
Then the wolf took a deep breath and did huff and puff
The pig's belief like his house was not strong enough.
Then the wolf went to the next pig's house made of sticks
That pig had built it for small worries and conflicts,
But, where was that pigs faith
As he never expected the creeping of some wraith.
The wolf huffed and puffed again once more
Off came the pig's roof and then his door,
Like his faith he never did believe or had faith or did pray
The pig straight into hell was blown away.
There was one more pigs house alone and left
As the Devil disguised as a wolf would cause bereft,
Then the Devil exclaimed from his chinny, chin, chin
"I will also blow this house in! "
But, as the wolf had huffed and puffed and had blown
Still standing was the house of stone,
Since the devil disguised as a wolf couldn't blow it down to break in
Unlike his brothers that pig kept his ham and bacon.
One house was made of straw and built on sand
One house was made of sticks and built on muddy land,
But, one house like faith was a belief not to mock
This house spoke the pig, like my faith was founded on a rock.

Randy L. McClave