Written because I felt slightly surreal, and because my older sister said something odd that sparked the first line. Enjoy.
Dear Pig: O Pig,
Why do you cry,
Upon the melon coloured sky?
Do you snore while you’re relaxing?
Do your ankle bones need waxing?
Do you call your hat your home,
When between the trees you roam?
And don’t you think you should have felt
The butter on your pink skin melt?
Do you trip over you feet
For a girl with just a bit of meat?
But now your thoughts depart like ships.
I think I’ll eat you with my chips.