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Over he went to the Three Little Pigs house. They lived in a big brick house on top of the hill in the better part of town. Big Bad thought that he could never afford to live here. Still it was a nice part of town with manicured lawns and lots of roses. The smell of roses was everywhere.

Big Bad Wolf knocked on the door of the Three Little Pigs. He wasn’t sure if anyone was going to reply or if he was just going to be ignored.
“Who’s here?” came the reply.
“It is I. Big Bad Wolf. May I come in please?”

Slowly he door opened. Warily Big Bad Wolf entered. He had only just got inside when something hit him. Darkness descended upon him. When he came to he was tied up and in the fireplace. One of the pigs was getting the fire ready.

“Roast wolf, yummy, yummy, yum.” sang the pigs.

Now Big Bad Wolf was terrified. There was no way he wanted to be roasted and especially not while he was still alive. He wanted to beg for mercy but there was an apple stuck in his mouth. This was a real nightmare.

Just then the front door burst open and the police spilled in. They had followed Big Bad Wolf and thought that the Three Little Pigs needed rescuing. One look told the police all they needed to know. The Three Little Pigs were instantly arrested and Big Bad Wolf was freed.

Now unfortunately the story has come down through time all twisted and wrong. Well, let’s face it, no-one wants to believe that Three Little Pigs could be so rotten and mean and even go to the extent of wanting to eat the wolf.

Hopefully more people will now come to hear the true story and realise that Big Bad Wolf was really a good guy. I can here you ask as to why he was called Big Bad. That was his stage name. He played kithara which was the ancient forerunner of the guitar. He was that good that he had the joint rocking. People used to say, “that wolf is big and bad”

So now you know the true story.






Big Bad Wolf's Kithara

If Only I Could

Our pretzel world I'd completely turn around
faze out evil so perpetual good becomes sound
Any resemblance of wrong I'd change back to right
firmly stress sin denies entrance into the light

'Equality' would actually be actuality
and 'Justice For All' absolute reality
Eradicate poverty throughout Earths' population
not one would ever fall victim to starvation

Sensible laws guaranteeing bad people wouldn't last
crime inevitably becomes a memory of our past
War indubitably becomes obsolete
peace and love reigns not deceit

All pledge allegiance to honesty, compassion, and tolerance
every decision rendered must reflect common sense
This world's transformation a truly desirable place
one planet of humans committed to faith and grace

If Only I Could...

I want to be bitten by a vampire
In the worse way.
First kissed and caressed gently,
With a sensual bit of play.
Chisel teeth of suculance
Fangs Hidden un-displayed.
A complexion like no other, stunning
Pale array.
A gleaming light of dullness,
Illuminating from the face.
Piercing eyes mesmerized,
In a trance, lost in a sweet gaze.
Softly grazing my neck, with the lips.
Touching my face, with his fingertips.
Trembling at the hips, desire at first kiss
Held in his arms, in the dark evening mist
Almost sedated, penetrated, at first bite
Blood seaping, slowly leaking,
Bitten at dawn's early light....

Through these moonlit skys
I ride of the winds crimson
fire
I am the raven of the mystic
Celtic oracle
I search the lands for the
knight who carries the bronze
shield..
I must complete my mission for
I..am Atura~

I suffer from P H S
A disease most debilitating
My friends and family me they shun
Their embarrassment never ending

Gather round come supper time
I'm left in the corner sulking
"It's not my fault," I try to say
But no-one wants to listen

I dread the time when full moon comes
I lose control of all my senses
Quickly comes upon me the change
No time for tears to be shedding

My body shakes, twists and turns
I turn into this horrid creature
I try to speak but all they hear
Are these sounds I make all garbled

Why is this curse upon me placed
To this I have no answer
While full moon holds sway in the sky
To this monster I keep changing

My beautiful fur has dropped, is gone
Left exposed with pink skin showing
Forced to walk on my hind legs
This feels so terribly unnatural

Oh what I'd give to be cured of this
And no more to be changing
Running free with my pack
And not change into a human

Under my spell ye
cannot resist

My love dust has
fallen like golden
mist

Just a sprinkle or
two is all it took

Unicorns await us at
the castle brook

Together we'll ride
like king and queen

On your hand I slip
this dimond ring~

A antique put here,
Somehow left there.
Just a chair sits, &
Waits, in the corner
By the stairs...
Nothing visible in the air,
Just this old rocking chair.
Silence in its place,
Movement slowly takes,
It's shape...
A chill fills the atmosphere,
No ones sitting there.
As it rocks back & forth.
Swaying without a care...
Hearing creaking from a distance,
Distraction made more persistent.
Lifting on & off the ground,
Growing weary with each sound.
My heart pulsating, as each
Rock, turns more disturbing.
Crippled by a horrific sound,
A smokey vapor, engulfs &
Surrounds...
The old rocking chair,
A scream of panic, who has occupied
This chair? Is there anyone sitting, there?
As I hide all my fears, behind the
Stairs...
In the midst of all the confusion,
it quickly occurred
To me. Somehow once again, my imagination got
The best of me!!!

"sizes matter" chirped the hatter before
popping the size 8 and 1/4 on his head
and jumping theatrically into his bed
hat and clothes all snuggled into dreams

"things aren't always what they seem"
he muttered as he drifted slowly to slumber
and counted sheep with irrational numbers
shearing off some wooly fractions

then, arising after slumbered satisfaction
to further woolgather a daytime indulgence
about teas and tease, a timely innocence
to tickle his taste buds, two lumps please

though he oft prefers the honey of bees
he then wanders off over knoll and swale
to encounter his comrades and tell a tale
of little girls and deep dark wells

and felines with invisibility spells
and ravens much like a writing desk
riddles without answers, and other mess
that seems to jump from head to mouth

though facing south to tell the truth
to let the sun shine onto his face
he'd stuck with hare in tea time and place
so matter-of-factly exclaims "shall I pour?"

but quickly adds "sizes matter", like before

© Goode Guy 2011-09-14

He is a normal Man who lives his life with his whole heart and soul, gentle with a strong core.

He has made many mistakes and taken wrong turns, but he has become stronger because of it.

He will stop in the middle of a shop or sidewalk with everyone walking around and slide his hands behind my head, look deep into my eyes and lean in slowly, the world would fade and he will become my world as his lips softly, then with deep passion, ravish mine, making me his willing woman.

He reaches out his hand and runs his fingers through my mind, smiles at my dreams and pages through my thoughts, he kisses my heart and wraps it in his for safe keeping every night.

He is out there and as long as He is I will wait.

Into harsh waters and bright foreign mist,
we sailed through the fog and into abyss.
The shoreline wall, out of nowhere it came,
surviving my brethren and screaming in vain.

Washed up on shore, beneath a near distant sun.
I trek farther and farther, yet feel I never begun.
The walking, tiresome and endless it seems,
but what's atop those hills that I see,
a silhouette in the glare of the sun's awful beams?
As I walk closer, I tremble in fear,
perhaps it's a witch, a siren, demon or seer.

My fears go unfounded as I'm awed in a trance,
I can't look away from her soft graceful dance.
Naked beneath a lonely pale tree,
she looks in my eyes as she descends to me.
Her hands are so smooth and ever so fair as
she runs her fingers through my wet filthy hair.
My mind filled with hope, encumbered with glee,
I only now ask, just how this could be?
How could this have happened to me?
My head bitten off at the edge of the sea.