~i Was Touched By A 200 Lb Beauty Pageant Contestant~ Poem by Mary Nagy
~i Was Touched By A 200 Lb Beauty Pageant Contestant~
We entered the tent
mostly out of boredom.
We had an hour to pass
before the Grandstand opened
and the concert began.
As we passed the make-shift cages
that held the 200 lb beauty queens
we snickered and chuckled
as we held our breath
to escape the God-awful smell.
We didn't make eye contact
with these contestents.
We just gave their scratchy heads
a quick pat as we walked by.
One pig was different.
Her name was Rosie.
She was a rose colored pig
covered in coarse white hairs
from snout to curly tail.
When we passed her cage
she looked at me.
She saw me.
I saw her.
I knelt down and looked her in the eyes
and I understood.
She was afraid.
We patted her head and she rolled over
as if to say ''Ahhhhh, how about here? ''
So, since we didn't want to dissappoint her
we stayed and rubbed her belly.......
well into the time of the grandstand show.
Her tension seemed to ease
although the fear in her eyes never left.
She seemed compelled to keep us with her.
When it was finally time we had to leave
I read the sign above her area
and all the air was sucked from my lungs.
The sign read: Sold to Madison's Meat Market.
ROSIE WAS TO BE BUTCHERED!
We couldn't hold the tears back
and the fear felt by this special pig
travelled through my veins that day.
I have never felt so helpless.
We returned each day of the fair that week
to visit Rosie.
We tried to let her know we were sorry.
Sorry that her life was ending soon.
Sorry that we didn't have the money
to outbid the butcher.
Sorry that she was born a pig.
I will never forget the day
I was touched by a 200 lb
beauty pageant contestant.
A SAD, BUT ADORABLE WRITE...YOU CERTAINLY KNOW HOW TO REACH A READER&EMMERSE THEM WITHIN THE CREATIVE ELEMENTS OF YOUR WORK, , , NOT THE EASIEST OF TASKS...READING & BECOMING ENSCONCED IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A GOOD POET & ONE THAT CAN BE CONSIDERED ACCOMPLISHED...THE ABOVE WORK, BY MY STANDARDS IS AN ACCOMPLISHED LITERARY WORK....''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
I was reading both about Buddha and St. Francis, And the idea of non-injury back in 1985, I then saw A truck of pigs in an accident on the freeway, pigs Running across the freeway all scared. I decided that day, I would do my best to practice non-injury. Good poem, Mary.
mary...never enjoyed a poem so much...fantastic...you write so well that ita a pleasure to read...hats off to you...love nalini
Ooohhhh! ! ! ! That is so moving and sad. I'm really crying Mary. I love pigs, they are wonderful creatures, they have such lovely characters. God bless Rosie wherever she is now. I hate to see animals killed for any reason. Love Ernestine XXX
Hilarious... but not. How a piece about a pig could be so thought-provoking still has me scratching my head. An excellently crafted piece - especially considering it was written By Order! ! ! ! ! !
Only you, Mary, only you could take a subject like this and make me cry. Well done! Scarlett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Aww what a sweet and saddening poem! New and interesting topic as well. ~Amber~