Francie Lynch

I Got You Babe - Poem by Francie Lynch

Your toad on the road
Only squats, never stands,
Or sits, 'til it splits
Between the treads of your van.

Your mouse in the house -
If it isn't found out -
Drops pellets in pots,
'Til SNAP - then it stops.

Your bird on the wire,
Sweetly sings (then lets fire) :
And a cat in a hat,
Is cute, but that's that.

Your horse from the stable
Won't be served at your table.
And the deer by the brook,
Well, too much the Bambi to cook.

Yes, a bear in the wood,
Indeed craps where it should.
It is best left alone,
(Keep your meat on your bone) .

Then there is the PIG.
A ruddy pink porker,
Intelligent and clean,
An innocuous oinker.
It does nothing too heinous,
(And yes, it should shame us)
As it lies silently smiling
With a spit up its anus.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Invitation to a Pork Roast.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 15, 2014

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