Almost Too Much Pig To Handle

We’d better go help her. She’s got almost too much pig to handle. These old farmers were snickering into their coffee cups At the restaurant where they keep them on hooks A local place What are they talking about? I asked the waitress Her name badge said Judy She had an assortment of pins on her uniform “Just wait until eight a.m. You’ll see,” she said. At eight o’clock the Mistress of Pig town sauntered past the diner. The old farmers were straining their necks for a closer look. My mouth fell open. She was gorgeous, and young enough to be their great granddaughters. She had an Elvira Mistress of the Dark vibe about her. I could not stop looking either. See why they want to go help her? The waitress asked. The old farmers rushed to pay their bill. They all wanted to get out there for a closer look. Not only was the pig too much to handle. I knew she was too much for them handle too. I caught the waitress’s eye and we both laughed.