A poem a day for December, Poem 21

A suckling pig went out to play
he said to his mom, “I’m going away
I’m going out into the world
To find out why my tail is curled.

“But my silly pig, you are too young
Milk is all that’s ever touched your tongue
Your tummy won’t like that awful swill
And besides you could catch a terrible chill.

“And something much worse might happen to you
There are people out there who love little pig stew
If you think folks are nice, you are mistaken
Why don’t you stay here and save your bacon?”

Now you might think piglet went anyway
And left his momma that very same day
But this little pig didn’t want to be meat
So he stayed home and had some more teat.

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One Response to A poem a day for December, Poem 21

  1. postalice says:

    (my challenge was to write a poem using the term “suckling pig”. Then I found out what it is…)

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