Jennie Radley Poems
- Five Little Piggies Five little piggies, struggling for the ...
- Atheist Why don’t I believe in God? Oh, heck; what a ...
- Harvest Of Learning The wheel of life is always turning as ...
- Searching The room is silent. The hiss of the machine is ...
- I Think My Friend Is Dying The bony hand of death paints grey...
- Fire Dance The night is not silent; A million creatures ...
- Anger Anger, slowly gathering. Black cumulonimbus of ...
Spent most of my working years educating young children - still think it is a very rewarding job, in spite of governments' attempts to put education and educators into a strait jacket of tests and tables.
Other loves - my family (one daughter, four grandchildren) : my cat (even older than me in cat-years!) : theatre(as audience, also amateur acting, writing for, directing) : music (most ... more »
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Five Little Piggies
Five little piggies, struggling for the teat,
Curly tails trembling, aren't they sweet!
Served on a platter with an apple in his snout,
Now there's only four, he's been counted out.
Four little piggies, rolling in the mud,
Grunting and oinking, just like piggies should.
A nice bit of crackling with apple sauce,
Another one's gone, leaving three, of course.
Three greedy piggies, trotters in the trough,
Gobbling the pig-swill, can't get enough.
Rashers for me and a pork pie for you,
Don't forget the sausages! That leaves two.
Two big ...