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The Three Little Pigs



One summer afternoon I saw a talking wolf
It asked me for help but I could only gawk
“Come into my home” it said, I just want to talk
I accepted, entering the door with no lock
               
Its house was much cleaner than I  expected
And for some reason he had a vibe I respected
Out of his house a hit list he erected
It had three names which I inspected
               
On the hit list were the names of three little pigs
He told me “I want to snap them like twigs”
“Jeez” I said, “Why are you so angry?”
“They’re so fat and plump” he said blankly
               
He told me, “They live in this little town
They have three houses that I want to blow down
Basically all three of them are little clowns
I need some help so are you down?”
               
“You know”, I said, “That’s a little messed up
I don’t know what these pigs have done but you need to back up
They look nice, lives I would not want to disrupt    
So all I can say to you is, tough luck!"


Important
While Reading this poem you may have noticed that words are missing from the ends of each line. That is because while writing this poem I was confined to a rectangular box.
However if you 
HIGHLIGHT
the poem you will see the missing words
By Rahi Miraftab-Salo

Comments

  1. MajerusJanuary 29, 2018 at 8:55 AM

    This is a very clever idea, and it was satisfying to see the missing words one I got to the end. I found myself trying to fill in the blanks with an ABAB rhyme scheme, and it was a surprise to see that the poem actually had an AAAA BBBB scheme. I like how you used font size to create a more regular rectangular "box." Very creative solution!

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  2. UnknownJanuary 29, 2018 at 5:53 PM

    I was so confused the first time, because you can see some of the missing words in the preview. When I highlighted over the poem, all the lines clicked and were a joy to read. Good work!

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  3. Abraham HanFebruary 1, 2018 at 1:50 PM

    Well done! It was an eye-opening experience seeing just how much each word at the end of the line provides so much context to the poem, and how confusing it is without them. It was a very creative way of allowing people to quickly see the missing words, very nice.

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  4. Alex HiggsFebruary 5, 2018 at 5:03 PM

    I enjoyed this, I must admit I sort of skimmed it on my first read wondering what it could all possibly mean. But when I read the paragraph at the end I realized what was going on and went back to the poem and reread it. I enjoyed the poem and the perceptive that you wrote in. I liked how angry you made the wolf and added to the story in a different way.

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  5. UnknownMarch 30, 2018 at 8:02 AM

    Good job! The use of different font sizes threw me off at first, I must admit. But it was incredibly clever to have several words be white so you can only see them when you highlight over them! Almost like invisible ink. A great approach to thinking outside the box :)

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