Miss Greta G

Regrettably, Miss Greta G must use a broom to clean her room; she let the pigs come play, you see for they were neat, so she assumed. How learned she this? Not clear by whom. I think I may have, I confess, so I shall help clean up the mess. I think ’twas from the book she saw, a pig whose house was made of sticks, another one was made of straw; the last of course, was made of bricks. On seeing these three piles, it clicks, but how the pigs got from the barn? Now that should be a tangled yarn. She nearly pulled the whole thing off; the cat is out, for here’s the deal: Although I had my headphones on, as I passed by, I heard a squeal, and caught a whiff with porcine feel. And now dear Greta’s rather mad, And I’m the wolf, mean, big and bad. ---------- In the rhyming form of a Rhyme Royal, but using 8 syllables instead of 10