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The Pig, By : Roald Dahl

The Pig
Pigs at Snowdon National park
Photography : Nigel Borrington

The Pig

Roald Dahl

Once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn’t read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn’t puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, ‘By gum, I’ve got the answer! ‘
‘They want my bacon slice by slice
‘To sell at a tremendous price!
‘They want my tender juicy chops
‘To put in all the butcher’s shops!
‘They want my pork to make a roast
‘And that’s the part’ll cost the most!
‘They want my sausages in strings!
‘They even want my chitterlings!
‘The butcher’s shop! The carving knife!
‘That is the reason for my life! ‘
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grisly bit
So let’s not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
‘I had a fairly powerful hunch
‘That he might have me for his lunch.
‘And so, because I feared the worst,
‘I thought I’d better eat him first.’

11 responses

  1. Lol, love the poem. Are they your pigs Nigel? Very cute πŸ™‚

    March 3, 2014 at 12:07 pm

  2. Hello Norma πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    Thank you πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    OH , I so wish they were !!!! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    I would hope I could somehow tell them, they are not for Dinner though, Haha !!

    March 3, 2014 at 12:12 pm

  3. Good for that little piggy! We owe him and his brethren a debt of gratitude.

    Thank you, dear oinkers, for sacrificing to us your tasty deliciousness.

    πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    March 3, 2014 at 12:19 pm

    • Hello Sharon πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      Hahaha !!!

      πŸ™‚

      March 3, 2014 at 12:22 pm

      • πŸ˜‰

        March 3, 2014 at 12:22 pm

  4. Always like your work and linked poetry – did not know this but I am sure that I should have done!

    March 3, 2014 at 1:11 pm

    • Hello Diana πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      Thank you !!!

      Great to share something new to you then πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      March 3, 2014 at 1:19 pm

  5. love the picture and the poem, Roald Dahl’s poems and stories are great!

    March 3, 2014 at 7:07 pm

  6. Hand over those pigs and nobody gets hurt! The poem was a great end to my day. πŸ™‚

    March 4, 2014 at 3:11 am

  7. Who would have guessed… They look so cute in your photo!! : )))

    March 4, 2014 at 6:10 am

  8. poppytump

    How I had never heard of this Porcine offering of Roald Dahls I wonder Lol
    Lovely piggies πŸ™‚

    March 4, 2014 at 8:56 am

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