Down in the Valley, by a tree filled with figs
Lived a woman with the face of a pig's
Her nose was a snout, her face was bright pink
She even had a tail, some of the villagers think
Some called her strange, some called her smelly
Especially when she tried to share her peanut butter and jelly
She had no friends, not even a mouse
The one in her house took one look at her and moved out
Sad and alone, one day she went home
And came across a pig holding a ring made from honeycomb
The pig went "Wee wee!" and got down on his knee
The woman was the prettiest he ever did see
About the Creator
Niana G
I'm a 17 year old aspiring writer. Cats, space, and maybe some sort of dark shade of blue pretty much describes my vibe, both in real life and in writing.
On Winning and Losing
Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
By Dana Crandell3 days ago in Writers
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