The Three Little Pigs!

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There were three little pigs that were real snooty prigs,
They ran away to make it on their own.
They went to the city which was a real pity,
The Big Bad Wolf found them and used his bone.

The first pig's name was Jean, she had a nasty thing,
She never washed it and it stayed quite raw.
That wolf just held his nose and fucked and reamed her rose,
And that's the way she got her house of straw.

The next pig's name was Sal, who thought she'd be his pal,
She knew she was the best and really good.
The wolf bent her over and then really drove her,
And that's how Sally got her house of wood.

The last pig's name was Jane, and she was really plain,
But she knew about the wolf's big stiff prick!
She gave that wolf a grin, and helped him stick it in,
And that's how she got her house built with brick!!

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