My Piggy
I loved a pig,
a pig I loved
and served me right
a pig he was.
He told me lies,
he let me down
and so I took
my pig to town.
I sold him
for a silly price
I didn't care
he wasn't nice.
Of pork and ham
Now I am free
I'm off to find
some beef for tea.
poem by Ruth Walters
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