Piggy Poems, poetry on the light side

“I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” attributed to Winston S. Churchill



A friend asked if I ever read “the pig poem.”  I thought she meant The Pig by Roald Dahl. Nope. She meant the one by Anonymous. Both are poems on the light side. The Dahl poem is without-a-doubt the better of the two, though certainly not vegan friendly. 

It was an evening in November,
As I very well remember,
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
But my knees were all a-flutter,
And I landed in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.

Yes, I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
When a colleen passing by did softly say
‘You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses’—
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.

– Anonymous

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn’t read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn’t puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, ‘By gum, I’ve got the answer! ‘
‘They want my bacon slice by slice
‘To sell at a tremendous price!
‘They want my tender juicy chops
‘To put in all the butcher’s shops!
‘They want my pork to make a roast
‘And that’s the part’ll cost the most!
‘They want my sausages in strings!
‘They even want my chitterlings!
‘The butcher’s shop! The carving knife!
‘That is the reason for my life! ‘
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great peace of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grisly bit
So let’s not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
‘I had a fairly powerful hunch
‘That he might have me for his lunch.
‘And so, because I feared the worst,
‘I thought I’d better eat him first.’

– Roald Dahl, from his collection Dirty Beasts (Puffin Books, Reissued 2004) Recommended for children of all ages.

If you are reading this post from an email subscription, you’ll likely have to link through to the site to view this charming animated version of Dahl’s poem.

Photo credit: Ben Salter under CC BY 2.0 license


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7 thoughts on “Piggy Poems, poetry on the light side

  1. It doesn’t want to let me ‘Like’ this post, Jamie. Something weird about my WordPress account at the moment, but at least I can comment here to say this is wonderful. I shall send the link to my Vegan youngest daughter, who will appreciate it. Not to mention the fact that it is often said that pigs are far more intelligent than anyone ever gave them credit for. Lovely post.

    One typo: since Roald Dahl was British, he would have spelled it Aeroplane not Airplane. I’d be interested to know if it was originally printed with the latter spelling … sorry, it’s the pedant in me 😉

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