#NaPoWriMo Day 5
I had to write a poem which included inappropriate laugher... 🐖
Pig
the Pig broke into our tent
indignant and raging
as big as a hippo
and solid like a wall
my Mother shrieked and prodded it with a tiny fork
she'd been turning sausages
on the camping stove
one half cooked banger still pronged by the fork
as she tried to shoo the sow away
I never saw my Mum so brave
with curlers in her hair
her slippers danced as she flailed at the beast
the great Pig fled
we cheered and laughed
then we sat down to eat her children
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