King Henry's Roast Pig Poem by Stevie Taite

King Henry's roast pig.

'This orange tastes like pigs crap'
Our brows concertinaed. Our jaws hung
The tooth pierced sack of offending pap
Was spat in the bin, and her sleeve scoured her tongue

I eye balled the black marble breakfast bar
Sort of embarrassed yet slightly amused
My sniggering friend did her best to assure;
'There are worse words she could have used '




'Sweetie, that outburst was out of the blue!
You could have picked a less colourful way
to express your dislike.' (Thank goodness you knew
that crap was the better bad word to say!)

She returned to her book and found her place
Horrible histories; King Henry was feasting
on roasted pig, orange globe in it's face
She was sure that it winked as she carried on reading.