Big, floppy ears hover over their eyes
They look rather homely, but actually quite wise-
They nudge through the mud with great enthusiasm
Their scent of their odor can send you havin’ spasms-
They’re not too nice to look at
But, they’re really great to eat-
Ham is just spectacular
But, pigs feet aint’ too neat-
So, when asked what’s for supper, Ma?
Tell them, It’s really great-
After they say, «Mmmmm….good!»
Tell them what they ate-
They are the muddy little creatures
That lodge inside the barn-
And they come to your table
From the good ole’ family farm-
I was sixteen years old, enrolled in a Creative Writing Course
at a local college. I sat out on the OTHER side of the fence as
14 sows and gilts drove their noses like bulldozers all through
the mud. And, I thought to myself- THAT’S WHAT WE’RE
HAVING FOR SUPPER TONIGHT! [sound effects] Eek!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am not sixteen years old anymore.
However, this is my first FAVORITE poem and my kids still love
to hear me recite my poem.
A poem by Sandy S. Zoo Copyright 2008/www.cottoncandycloud.org