Pig

This week you’ll find me writing
about an animal each day
So, for Wednesday, here’s a mention
of the pig. ‘Hoorah!’ you say
A whoop indeed appropriate
for this most noble creature
Which I am proud to here include
and in this poem feature

This one is in the mud of course
and where else would he be?
For there is quite simply nowhere
better than a place ‘squelchy’
And I know that he is happy there
by the look upon his face
One of complete contentment
for he’s in his favourite place

©Jemverse

 

Henry

I know a pig called Henry
He lives in Lancing town
He’s usually got a smile
But occasionally wears a frown
He lives in Jack’s back garden
In a converted garden shed
Nice and cosy, full of straw
And perfect for his bed

He wears a smart red harness
For when Jack takes him for a walk
And people stare and wonder
Mutter things and talk
He’s partial to a beer or two
When Jack’s left some lying round
And in the summer in the sunshine
He will sunbathe on the ground

Henry’s also getting famous
He’s had a starring role
In a music video for a band
Whilst going for a stroll
He is partial to a little snack
So if you visit him
Bring a little something
And you’ll see his piggy grin

©Jemverse

 

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