This is just a quick poem I wrote about piggies, I was just looking at my boys when inspiration struck, it's probably not one of my best poems but I did write it in 5 minutes! 
Being a piggy slave
I spend my days with hay in my hair,
wearing out of date clothes that are so last year.
My trolley gets piled high with veggies but they're not for me,
little do people know that they're for the piggies tea!
When my pay cheque arrives through the post,
I know the things that I'll buy most.
Delicious hay, treats and herbs,
well it's only what my tribe deserves.
Cuddle cups, readigrass and soft fleece for their feet,
I know it's all worth it when I hear them all wheeeek!
My piggies bring so much to my life without a doubt,
spoiling them rotten is what being a slave is all about!
Being a piggy slave
I spend my days with hay in my hair,
wearing out of date clothes that are so last year.
My trolley gets piled high with veggies but they're not for me,
little do people know that they're for the piggies tea!
When my pay cheque arrives through the post,
I know the things that I'll buy most.
Delicious hay, treats and herbs,
well it's only what my tribe deserves.
Cuddle cups, readigrass and soft fleece for their feet,
I know it's all worth it when I hear them all wheeeek!
My piggies bring so much to my life without a doubt,
spoiling them rotten is what being a slave is all about!
