Norman Nosy reporting from Pigtown

My name is Norman Nosy.
I’m with the Hometown News.
I am the star reporter there,
in search of news and clues.

I’m in a place call Pigtown,
last population three.
There used to be more houses there,
as far as I can see.

There’s only one left standing.
The other two are flat.
They looked like they had been blown down.
I don’t know what caused that.

That one house is a stout house,
built out of sturdy brick.
The other two that were destroyed
were made of straw and sticks.

No wonder they had blown down,
they had no strong support.
I took a photograph or two
and started my report.

I interviewed this wolf guy
who said he saw it all.
While strolling through the neighborhood
he saw those houses fall.

He swore it was a big wind
that blew out of the west.
The brick house was the only one
that passed that windy test.

The two pigs who had lived there,
whose houses had come down,
were jumping up and down outside
and running all around.

The third pig from the brick house
came out with all the fuss.
The other two yelled at the wolf
and they began to cuss.

They said it was the wolf’s fault
their houses had blown down.
He'd huffed and puffed and puffed again
and they fell to the ground.

The wolf stood by his statement
that he was passing by.
He couldn’t blow down any house.
Why would he even try?

I’m not sure what had happened
but one thing I am sure,
the way that wolf looked at the pigs
shook me right to my core.

I didn’t stick around long.
The paper cannot wait.
I had to file my news report
or else I’d be too late.

The three pigs and the wolf stood
and argued without pause.
The wolf said he was innocent,
that he was not the cause.

Those houses were not built well.
Yeah, anyone could see.
The third pig said let’s go inside
and have a cup of tea.

I still have some misgivings,
and maybe you’d agree.
But I went home to eat my lunch,
my favorite – BLT.