I met a pig the other day
Turned my head and looked away.
For rudeness even to a pig
Is something I can't truly dig.
The pig was bluest blue, you see -
Did it know that, or was it me?
Had I a blue mote in my eye
That changed its colour as I walked by?
It was so plump and beautiful
With promises so bountiful
Of luscious taste, not cooked in haste
And ne'er a trotter put to waste.
Yet in its eye I saw a tear,
A glimpse of something - was it fear?
With silent tread I shook my head
And went my way home to my bed.
Author notes
Sorry about the rhyme - it just fitted.
A contest entry
- The Blue Series....Contest One by Dalaney.
850 points, ended January 25, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
Your words bring to my mind the movie CHAROLETTS WEB
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lol...i love this. thank you so much for your imagination and for entering a well done piece.
love, lane
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Grams, this is whimsical and humouress as well as thought-provoking. A pure joy to read out loud
The questions and inner-rhyme add emphasis in all of the right places, this is excellent for this contest...very well done indeed. Thank you for sharing. Love always. Laura x 
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Hi Mum. A very good write and fun read. Whimsical. Good imagery, flow, rhyme and tone. Nice depth of feeling. Good word choice and alliteration. Very nice rhythm. Well penned and much enjoyed. Best wishes in the contest.
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Daughter Shelley - thanks for the comments. This came out of nowhere. Perhaps I'm getting whimsical in my old age.
mum
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