Damn! Naughty pig!
Damn! She got out and took him with her!
No problem, I can lure them back with corn!
Worked for him!
Not for her
Would not trade her free-born self for potage
If she had a red Corvette – top off – wind blowing
through her bristles, billowing her ears –
If she chased the sun into the west
and found LA
and became a skin-flick star
we’d never see her round behind
Damn! I never had good luck chasing fast young females
This is bad as junior high
Sad! With her gone, the little boar-to-be that loves her panicked
She was over there, beyond this fence, beyond that fence,
beyond those trees, in that big field
He squealed and ran up and down and begged
Glory! She wanted back!
Found the gate in Cantrell’s yard
Found the gate by the swings
Closer and closer to him
Then her ADD kicked in
The grass was greener over here, over there,
behind the barn, in the thicket, greener up the lane
Damn! I can’t catch her!
I can’t lure her!
I can’t drive her!
She’s like Judy, that little blond, when I was six
Look! Let’s watch the show!
The big steer and the heifer and the little bull
and Boaz the Boar lined up to see
They crowded round and leaned against the gate
which I must open inward, against their weight
Hot dog! Just like a girl! Pig changed her mind
She sauntered through the gap and threw herself
into the wallow
Boy pig and I rejoiced
We had our beauty back
She ignored us