Figgy figgy, the little piggy, left his crabs and shrimp, rather limp, as he stumbled through the brine, intent as ever toward the vine. “One drink, or two,” he said with glee, as bottle after bottle went into figgy (that piggy). Yet try as he might, he could not get the pizza right, until, you see, he found this little recipe!
Figgy figgy, the little piggy, left his crabs and shrimp, rather limp, as he stumbled through the brine, intent as ever toward the vine. “One drink, or two,” he said with glee, as bottle after bottle went into figgy (that piggy). Yet try as he might, he could not get the pizza right, until, you see, he found this little recipe!
I love this! Such a cute little poem, my talented and creative bro. xo - Neats