On The M62
On September the eleventh twenty-twenty one
Something really strange was going on.
On the inside lane of the M62
Was a rather unusual, wild crew.
So if you were travelling near Salford on this day,
You'll now understand why there was delay...
In their innocence this group of pink porcine
(Or perhaps you call them swine)
Tried a new bit of land on the motorway's verge
While passers by take pictures; they can't resist the urge!
But it's hoped that the driver's kept their hands on the wheel
For it's not a nice sound when those pigs start to squeal!
Copyright © Natasha L Scragg | Year Posted 2021
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