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.4. A Pig In Muck
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.4. A Pig In Muck

Poem By David Threadgold

Up to my knees in the pigsty
Where little pigs learned how to swim
I needed a very large shovel
To dig out the ones who were dim

I found one asleep in the corner
His snout stuck out taking in air
Under the sludge I gave him a nudge
And found not just one but a pair

Both seemed to get rather angry
They’d settled down snug for the night
My nudge caused a nasty reaction
Both charged at me trying to bite

Escaping became quite a problem
My whellies got stuck in the mud
Things all went black when I fell on my back
Where I lay with my pigs in the muck

© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

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Comments (5)

lol... man your amazing, you made my day so much better! *Purkey Girl*
LOL! ! ! Gotta watch out for those piggies! ! ! They can be nasty lil fellows! Hugs, Dee
A well deserved ten for the word pictures and the humour Dave.
Bet you came up with a great complexion David, muck is good for the skin, or is it perhaps mud - not sure! ! ! ! ! HA! Great piece of humour, well done indeed. Loved it. love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Oh my goodness, David, so funny! Yucky but funny! A 10! Best Wishes, Marilyn