Flying Objects

Flying things I once saw a flying pig there was a hard wind blowing from the east. over the bay of Cascais The wind slackened and dropped the pig that was alive and swimming ashore alas, where men with knives waited. Every café was serving pork in all its form a pig is versatile for human consumption. Can`t say the same for my little donkey on the terrace, it costs me a fortune in carrots but it has sweet-smelling droppings which I dry and sell to rose lovers.