the three little pigs

Once upon a time in a land not so far away,

There were three forlorn sisters named April, June and May.

They had long lost their mother, though still they shed secret tears,

She had taken a wicked fall one day; she toppled down the stairs.

“You are all grown women now,” father said as mother was laid to rest.

“I love you each in a special way,” said he would put them to the test.

Pillar of the community he stood. “Those girls are lucky,” all would think.

But behind closed doors, oh, what he would do when he would drink.

April was the youngest and the weakest; she was the first he would visit.

He would creep into her room at night and whisper, “April, you are exquisite.”

As his hand slid beneath her gown, he would pant, “Baby girl, baby girl, let me in.”

Though she protested and cried and pled and prayed, her daddy would always win.

June was the next he’d visit. She was stronger; she would put up such a fight.

But as he pinned her small frame to her bed, he would gaze upon her with such delight,

“Baby girl, baby girl, you can fight me, but you know you can’t possibly win.”

He gloated, “Struggle and struggle if you must, but you will let me in.”

May was the smartest and the eldest; she had eyes, she saw her sisters’ plight.

So with April and June she conspired to bring an end to their father’s visits one night.

When father came to May, to his surprise, she said, “Oh daddy, I would love to let you in.”

“I am your one true baby girl; with me daddy, we both can win.”

As he was on top of May, he shrieked, and grabbed at his head.

For June leaped from the shadows; she swung a bat. Thud! He was dead.

As the town laid their esteemed father to rest, April, June and May shed many tears.

But they were secret tears of joy, for all believed father had toppled down the stairs.

Heed this story well, my friend. Share it far and share it wide.

Know that there are many secrets all families keep and hide.

If you learn one lesson friend, learn this one, forever more,

Don’t dare to presume to know what goes on behind closed doors.