No More Piddies

We’re getting grizzly here at the Dverse Lounge. Kim has ordered mayhem tonight. This is a blood-curdling tail of betrayal and destruction:

They accused me of just making spam
All along they thought I was a ham
So now they know how I’m devoted
My carcass is all dried and Bloated

Out in the bright Sun I smile real wide
But I’m rotten way down deep inside
All along I wanted to stay home
but this little piddy was forced to roam

Out in the city i cried wee wee wee
But only the butcher could hear me
As he tried to kill me with a hatchet
For this little piddy went to market

He swung real hard, was such a fright
I gave one last wee with all my might
Piddy poo sprayed all over the floor
But this piddy could wee no more

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14 thoughts on “No More Piddies

  1. frankhubeny says:

    I usually think of a “piggy” going to market and crying “wee, wee, wee”, but maybe I learned it wrong. I like how he was nicely “rotten way down deep inside”.

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