(Huffs, puffs, and blows your shit down.)
I am one of three little pigs:
Not of stone nor timber was built mine abode,
Straw was the choice I made.
A great wolf did appear before my door,
And not by the hair of my chinny chin chin did I swear to let him in.
So he huffed.
He puffed.
And blew my reality in.
Well deserved was my fate.
Living doll; wisely avoiding a bloody train wreck:
I am one of three little pigs:
Not of stone nor timber was built mine abode,
Straw was the choice I made.
A great wolf did appear before my door,
And not by the hair of my chinny chin chin did I swear to let him in.
So he huffed.
He puffed.
And blew my reality in.
Well deserved was my fate.
Living doll; wisely avoiding a bloody train wreck: