Pigs' Gigs & Twigs Poem by John Sensele

Green Simba grass grunts, groans and grouches
When pigs in their petticoat pursuit
For hot spots got shot with pellet pouches
That frustrated a feat to greet, meet and tweet.

Green Simba grass gravitates away from pigs' putrefaction
Liquidised, herbalised, pacified and liquefied into lumps
With neither fragrance nor finance dares to function
As unseen residue and unheard matter in mood dumps.

Green Simba grass growls and scowls when lightning
Flashes and lashes out at pigs who with no due diligence balance
Dance in a trance on lances whose bane barbs one evening
When thinking the coast clear pigs slay sounds of silence with persistence.

Green Simba grass gloats as foible, rabble and squabble float
Into lives once so serene on a marine coast without rumbling rain
In the vicinity of pigs' city threw away a caution coat
Lunged forward and plunged into an ocean of perennial pain.