The buzzard said to the pig “shall I build a sty in the sky?”
The pig heard not a word as the buzzard flew by.
So the buzzard took the pig to the top of a mountain high
and there he said to the pig “did you know pigs can fly?”
so as the pig took a step to his cloudy sty
he plummeted off the cliff and on the rocks below did die
And with his invention of this little lie,
the buzzard got a delicious shoofly* pie.
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Online)
- Published: December 25th, 2023 04:34
- Comment from author about the poem: *A north American molasses and crumb top pie. The name plays off of shooing away flies
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
Comments1
Good write SB. lol.
Thanks Orchi appreciate it
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