Poetry Thursday

 

It is Thursday and Two Spoiled Cats have provided the following picture to give us inspiration for this weeks poem 

It was a piglet wedding and Mr. Green Jeans wished them well

You could see Pierre Bacon did truly love his Piggy Michelle

And now Young Pierre Bacon and his piggy rang the cow bell

“Cest la vie” said the mother hen. It goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off a sty with fresh dirt and a pile of mud

The trough was filled with garbage containing fruit, rinds and mustard

Young Pierre got a job at hunting mice for apples covered with caramel;

“Cest la vie” said the brown goat It goes to show you never can tell

They had a warm dry and sheltered place to sleep.

They were given straw, hay and a plastic balls to play 

But when the sun went down they lay together in hay

And Mr Green Jeans promised to never take them to market to sell

“Cest la vie” sald the farmer’s wife it goes to show you never can tell

Once a year the farmer provides them berries 

To celebrate their anniversary

And for years lived happily and it all went well

“Cest la vie” said the dairy cows it  goes to show you never can tell