This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy had roast beef
This little piggy had none
This little piggy went wee, wee, wee, wee – all the way home….
In a slightly inebriated state the other night, I was thinking that this well known reference to the fifth little piggy’s propensity for watersports… perhaps isn’t really something that ought be celebrated in a child’s nursery rhyme. :S I mean… what the bloody hell is ‘wee. wee. wee. wee’ing all the way home anyway? It makes no sense. Actually on introspection, I think it’s hideously unfair really. If the fifth little piggy can be out there … well why cant they all? Maybe the thing should be a bit more like –
This little piggy went to Mardi Gras
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy like butt sex
This little piggy got none
And this little piggy exercised a socially unacceptable predilection for urolagnia all the way home.
Nup. It’ll never catch on… doesn’t have the same ring to it.
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