Poor Pathetic Porcupine Pie
Use'n me last dolla'
Mom sent me to get,
What looked like it might be,
Our last meal, as far
as we can see.
I went to the village bakery,
In hopes but for freshbread,
A new bakery apprentice,
Took me aside...
Said he could make me
Momma's pride...
He would sell me a Porcupine Pie,
For the same price as the bread...
And, he assured me,
I'd be a hero to all I fed,
To top it off, toothpicks included
No more convincing was needed,
I paid the price, and I heeded,
His last words to me;"One thing needed;
Absolute faith,or it won't work,
You'll ruin the spell"
Now I have to show this jerk.!!
Got home, Mom upset,
"What in heaven's name
child, did you get!????!!"
She grabbed the porcupine,
And flung it in pain...
Several sharp quills
Found a vein...
"Bad Boy!" she cried...
I send you out to get some bread...
You come back with a Porcupine, instead!
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll
sell if off,
and get something better!"
Off I ran, porcupine in hand,
stab wounds adding fast...
Got to the Market,
With a plan....
Something I'd heard in a fairy tale...
I harped the tale, of the "golden egg', which
came from childhood memory...
Many greedy shoppers came by,,,
I'm a lousy liar,
so I wonder why
Anyone would believe me!
Later that night,
My porcupine I sold,
To an old British soldier..
Corporal Clegg,
After he left, I was
cleaning up...sure enough,
There lay a golden egg!!!!
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