After the big bad wolf
huffed and puffed,
the houses crumbled.
Now they’re propped up by sticks
preventing their tumble.
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After the big bad wolf
huffed and puffed,
the houses crumbled.
Now they’re propped up by sticks
preventing their tumble.
I like your poem, and can read another layer under the words.
Ha ha, good one!