October 04, 2007

Poetry: Bacon

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.

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  1. Pam

    Loved this one!!!

    09 Oct 2007, 11:08

  2. More than a little disturbing, Johnny. Slightly reminiscent of Mrs. Taylor’s lullaby. But good stuff.

    24 Oct 2007, 17:19

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