Butch And Sundance Poem by michael Smajda

Butch and Sundance
Were two pigs in a pen
Destined to be slaughtered
One morning at ten.
But Butch and Sundance
Were no dumb sows you see,
They knew of a way
To escape fatal butchery.
As workers slept soundly,
The daring duo using hoof and snout,
Burrowed beneath pen fencing,
They belly-slid their way out.
Once free, they gleefully grunted
So far from abattoir's site,
They had not been seen since
Fleeing their assured swine-bacon plight.