Monday 14 June 2021

Singing Piggies

by Nick Gisburne

Erratic horses hinder my escape
And half a dozen piglets do not help
The tiny porkers, tied to me with tape
With every jolt or jiggle grunt and yelp
The posters, pasted high on every wall
Proclaim, “The Singing Piggies! Here! Today!”
The notion I would liberate them all
Seems less appealing now I’m on my way
We dash across a badly cobbled bridge
The carriage barrels blindly down the road
And as the panting horses crest a ridge
Triumphantly, their gallop can be slowed
    The piggies’ song would make an angel cry
    But all too soon their tender flesh will fry