THE KINLOSS PIGS

Three glorious fields of mud,

alive with happy porkers

snuffling, wallowing, digging,

they trot with wiggling tails,

burrowing into deep, five star straw,

relaxing in welcome sunshine,

but often shielding themselves

from bitter winds in their sturdy igloo dens.

 

Little do they know what joy they bring

on a dull day with leaden skies,

when they poke out those snouts,

or dance with joy when the sun warms their backs

 

such happy, creatures, nurturing young,

delightful, squealing little piglets,

that should be going to town with their

handkerchief sacks, draped across their

backs, like pigling Bland.

 

An adult head, is only just visible

as she wallows, in a glorious well of sticky wet mud,

shutting pretty eyelashes as she doses

and dreams of more sunshine and breakfast tomorrow

 

such is the life of the happy Kinloss pigs.