And there in the wood,a piggy wig stood,,,
with a ring in the end of his nose,,,,,
too, a periwinkle vine,in a dark shade of lime,
grew up between his cloven toes,,,,,
 There was mystery afoot,
with the roof and the shingle,for growing there too,
was a wild periwinkle,,but this one was limon 
and had no vine,,,,small and round as a garden hose,
 and about the size of that ring in his nose,,,
So, from that day forth,every chance I
could,I found my way to that secluded wood,,,and 
every time ,I could see him from the roof,,,
the piggy wig ,and vine with the cloven hoof,,,,
and there below my foot,growing thru the shingle,,
 a bright yellow wild, limon periwinkle,,
the vines grew quickly around my ankles and soon,,
 I was caught in a periwinkle mangle,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
This tome is taking way too much time and 
I'm gettin' tired of making things rhyme,
 So,BYE ! LOVE yourself,,I do !