Bacon Mercy

by Llama_Waffle_Life

December 3, 2018

I am a pig and I like to eat slop.

I am being taken to the shop.

But first I need to be killed,

but I don't think the farmers to skilled.

Happy and alive wherever I trot,

The farmer might give his gun a shot.

Bang and Miss. Bang and miss.

Is that what you got? Give yourself a kiss.

The farmer might try his pitchfork,

and try to turn this pig into pork.

He swings, and hits the ground.

The farmer then turns himself around.

The farmer decides to let me live,

But he thinks he will find something else to give.

He might try again to take my head,

but I hid all the tools in the shed.

The End

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Comments (2)

WorldlyTigerJan 14, 2019

What, where is ur award, this was goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood.

S.zaynab.kDec 4, 2018

Awesome rhyming in fantastic poem. Poor piggy. Kudos. pleez do comment under my newest poem too, comments are not common here but I like meeting poets via comments.