Merry Pigs Poem by Ima Ryma

Merry Pigs



Fred and Wilma down on the farm,
Pig siblings having yuletide fun,
Hamming it up with porkful charm,
Baconing to outdo each one.
Each is decked out in gay attire,
Wilma with jingle bells 'round neck,
Fred sweatered like a country squire.
It's cold outside, but what the heck!
Sis and bro be oinking it up,
Posing in snow in the pig yard
For Farmer Brown's photo op, yup,
To star in the holiday card.

Over the holidays, no doubt,
Fred and Wilma are pigging out.

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