I'll read one more in this vein.
And this is just a phrase I heard in conversation.
I wrote it down.
"This Little Piggy Went to Market."
"This little piggy went to market
is the usual thing to say when you begin pulling
on the toes of a small child.
I have never had a problem with that.
I could easily picture the pig with his basket
and his trotters kicking up the dust on imaginary road.
What always stopped me in my tracks was the little toe.
This little piggy ate roast beef.
I mean, I enjoy a roast beef sandwich with lettuce
and tomato and a dollop of horseradish,
but I cannot see a pig ordering that in a delicatessen.
I'm probably being too literal-minded here.
I'm even wondering why it's called horse radish.
I should just go along with the beautiful nonsense
of the nursery, float downstream on its waters.
I don't want to be the one to ruin the children's
party by asking unnecessary questions about Puss in Boots
or, again, the implications of a pig eating beef.
By the way, I'm completely down with going
wee wee wee all the way home, having done that many times.
I know exactly how it feels."
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