Piggywigs

The pigs got in my garden They wrecked my vegetable patch I chased them round all morning But, not one, could I catch I tempted them with biscuits And a loaf of wholemeal bread They did not seem impressed They preferred my veg instead Covered in dirt and sweaty I continued with my task Stripped to the waist and grubby And wearing a muddy mask My neighbours thought it funny They were watching me with glee So I stopped my amusing antics And had a cup of tea A plan, I thought, a plan That’s what I really need I drove down to the shop To buy some fresh pig feed I laid a trail of pig food Across the garden, to the fence They started taking notice They started to see sense Snuffling down the trail, they went To the hole from whence they came Through the gap into the field To their piggy wig domain © 03-12-2008