Big Bad Bronchitis

“Little pig, little pig”
Through the wheeze
And the breeze
Where his voice should have been

“Let me in,” with a choke
“Let me in” with chagrin
Sounded more like a plea
A deep cough in his throat

“I will huff, I dare say”
“I will puff” bent in half
“I will find my inhaler”
But the pig only laughed

Just a house made of straw
A piggy pig hairy chin
Surely a wolf with some asthma
Could blow it all in

So he took a deep breath
With all that he could
Held for one moment
Then he blew and blew good

Not a whisp or a whimper
Stirred from the straw house
Leaving no porky chop dinner
For a wolf with no Albuterol douse

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A little late for Day 15 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge, but here we go. Yesterday’s prompt was to write a poem in which a villain faces an unfortunate situation, and is revealed to be human (but still evil). Perhaps this could mean the witch from Hansel & Gretel has lost her beloved cat, and is going about the neighborhood sticking up heart-wrenching “Lost Cat” signs, but still finds human children delicious. Maybe Blackbeard the Pirate is lost at sea in an open boat, remembering how much he loved his grandmother (although he will still kill the first person dumb enough to scoop him from the waves).

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