Written for:  The Twiglets #101 – “brick-by-brick”

She shrunk
her world

Only with bricks
would the house be secure
for the third little pig

He was obsessed with building a wall
sent in troops while it grew ever tall
Cheapest labor he found
ordered bricks from a town
in country whose mall made of bricks took one week to fall.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to “brick-by-brick”

  1. Misky says:

    A sad limerick 😧


  2. Jules says:

    You Piggy verse reminded me of a fractured fairy tale I wrote for a contest.
    But as the winners haven’t been announced I can’t post it yet…
    Maybe I’ll send it to you. …


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