This little piggy is a poet
December 8, 2008 § 2 Comments
I left this note for Lars when I went to the store and he was napping. I thought it was genius. Just in case you can’t clearly see the clever poem in the photo, this is what it reads:
This little piggy went to market,
you little piggy stayed home,
we little piggys like roast beef,
us little piggys have none,
me little piggy will go wee, wee, wee,
all the way home.
Sometimes people ask me what I did with my morning, and I usually can’t really remember accomplishing much. This is why. I might spend 20 minutes just leaving the house and trying to spell “piggies” right. Correct spelling is not part of living a joyus life for me- it’s more important that the words have good compostion in the note.