The Three Little Pigs // Poetry

My house was made of sticks,
It came crashing down,
You crushed it with your bare hands.

My house was made of straw,
It came tumbling down,
Your breath igniting a fire.

My house was made of bricks,
It collapsed,
As soon as you looked at me.

– Anonymous


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