Still naked, the swine was asleep. And in his dreams, I did creep. Woke him up half dazed, He shouted, half crazed, And then didn't let out a peep. Back to First Pig Poem
Turns out the pig was a boar, Worse still, he liked to snore. When clocks turned nine, Fell asleep, our dear swine, And went on a magical tour. Next Pig Poem
A butcher turned the pig into pork. His wife was expecting a stork Low and behold She stepped in mold And the swine was stuffed with cork. Next Pig Poem
A spoon ran away with the fork. All his friends told him she's a dork. But still they got married; Across the threshold he carried Her to a meal made of pork. Next Pig Poem
Turns out the pig was delicious, Perhaps even somewhat nutritious. His belly bounced like jelly, At the deli with Kelly. A friend until hunger made her vicious. Next Pig Poem