My Unusual Grandma

Grandma rode a pig one day, Cause her horse had gone lame, She rode it down the main street, Horace was quite tame. She had a rope around his neck, Grandma pulled him to a stop, With bonnet on and hessian bags She went into the shop. Groceries bought, she returned And placed them on the pig, As Grandma rode past a gawking crowd Some locals did a jig. Her horse soon got better, It was the only piggy trip she made, But now each year on that day They hold a lady's pig parade. Ladies with their bonnets Sit astride a local swine, Grandma judges best on street, I hope she chooses mine.