It all started with Sara's “Journalism 101 not to ask the professor”
challenge. I did a silly entry on Clark tossing a pig in the air 'cause to prove Lois right on her fav' line 'when pigs fly.'
And Sara suggested it would be “ a great gag for a fic”. So, this is just a silly -no-serious-at all-first attempt on writing a poem.
Carole
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When pigs fly
I knew her coming reply would be ‘when pigs fly.’
Lois can be quite… pigheaded herself. Don’t ask me why,
but I think she’d get this line trademarked -courtesy
of LexCopyrights, Ltd - if she had the opportunity.
My proposition was of the harmless type:
Our story on this green glowing rock was almost…
History. I thought giving in to Kansas Corn Fest
Could do us good. Riding her off this urban vein.
‘Stay here in Small*squaredance*ville? When pigs fly™, Kent!’
See? Here she goes, playing big-city-girl, again.
Too bad, because she’ll make an awesome country
girl. And speaking of square dance, it would have been my
pleasure to teach her the ropes and call her ‘rookie’…
for a change. Though, whatever the field Lois hardly
Stands beginners. So why condescend posing as one?
It would be like Bobby testing ascetism.
Hard to picture. Even in your wildest dream.
When pigs fly…
She won’t get the last word this time. I proved her right.
How? I kinda did something out of character…
Out of mild-mannered-Clark-Kent character, that is.
I superfetched a pig on Wayne’s KCF booth,
And discretely tossed it in the air. Soon, people
Look up exclaiming: ‘it’s a bird, it’s a plane…No,
It’s just a pig flying around without wings, cape.
Nor a parachute.’ I was almost ROTFL.
Vision-zooming on piggy flapping legs, falling.
Falling awfully fast towards us. T’wards me…Oops!
Okay. I can catch it, easy. Without being seen?
As on cue, the band started playing a country song.
Couples stood in line, taking marks. Engulfed in rhythm.
The perfect diversion to supersave a pig.
Pinky in arms, I walked to Lois and ventured:
‘Lois, would you like to squaredance?’
‘When pig-catching superheroes will, Kent!’
She replied, before leading me to the dance floor.
Gobsmacked, That’s me at this precise moment. She went
‘When no one was looking, you rocketed a pig in the air and then took advantage of a musical diversion to prove me right?”
Well…
‘I love that!!’
‘Oh. knew Smallville lifestyle would grow on you, Lois.’
‘But it’s still cheating!’ she ended.
Oy! I’ll get the last word. One day, I will.
Groiiiiiiiiink???
...Or not.
