He had it coming to him all along!
The chicken critters sniffed and all agreed.
Was Henny Penny led the cackling throng;
all her friends did cluck contemptuously.
He’s eyed the tender fruit upon the vine;
its leather cover chewy for gourmand.
He had it coming to him; there’s a fine
for gluttony, the soul but one brigand.
He had it coming to him; ‘free-fer-all’ !
This gourmandizer; finished with his squeeze.
Then squash_ the farmer’s wife had plans for Fall_
has disappeared before the winter freeze.
Now Porky grunts; our cag`ed connoisseur;
Oh! wormy edict: diet he’ll endure.
(Shakespearean Sonnet form. Rhyme: abab;cdcd;efef;gg. Iambi pentameter.)