A Farming Poem.
Pig --Sty -- no Star I was the dilling of the litter. When they cried, `All out, ` you see There was a pushing and a shoving. They did not wait for me. And when I looked around me, my head was in a muddle Each mouth was stuck in lovely grub, I only had a puddle. My larger siblings squeaked and... Sign in to see full entry.