Slurp, Slurp
I chug down slop from the trough in front of me.
I roll around in my favorite pile of mud,
Dirt clouds up around me.
Flies are buzzing,
One lands in my food.
I can tell roosters are in the pin beside me,
Bawk! Bawk!
They seem to scornfully scream.
But I keep rolling.
3 comments:
Who knew you'd develop this crazy affection for pigs? Whatever is a mother to do? Think we can talk daddy into one of those sweet little tiny pigs that we can put in welly boots?
Nice...first time you've written in 3 years :)
yeah lol
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