Ode to the Curly Tails
Seven tiny piglets born,
Early one Saturday morn.
T’was the result of swine romance,
Oinks and squeals, they do entrance.
Daily, relaxing mud baths for all,
On warm spring days, well into fall.
Immediately getting our apt attention,
Plus love and affection, not to mention!
~Wanda Kubat-Nerdin
Reminiscing and missing our pet pigs today, so I thought a little poem in honor of them was appropriate. Hope you enjoy it.
Happy Sunday all!
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