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My Pigs Wear Pearls to Market ~ A Poem

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Image by JamonSeleccion at Pixabay

My Pigs Wear Pearls to Market

When people throw pearls at my pigs
I collect them, what the heck?
And thread them onto necklaces
To hang around their necks.

My hogs are classy and well-bred,
But they won’t look down on you,
Provided you bow when you pass,
And say, “How do you do?”

My swine do not roll in mud,
They bathe in almond milk.
Their bedding is not spiky straw,
They sleep on sari silk.

Anthony Liccione

Anthony Liccione

They have diamond-studded trotters,
In their snouts wear golden rings,
And on their little curly tails
Are beads with lots of bling.

My pigs are spoilt, that I admit.
They’re fed the finest fare,
Truffles, caviar, and grain.
Their meat’s the best out there.

When they’re taken to the market
In a special limousine,
My pigs are the most stylish hogs
That you have ever seen.


Animal Farm

When I was writing this poem, I couldn't help thinking of George Orwell's Animal Farm. Although the pigs in my poem are not trying to take over the farm they are treated like royalty. It was and still is one of the favourite books in my collection.

Animal Farm is, after Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell’s most famous book. Published in 1945, the novella (at under 100 pages) is a "beast fable" a satirical allegorical novella, that tells the story of how a group of animals on a farm overthrow the human farmer and set up a society where all animals can be free and happy; working to share the fruits of their labours.

Ultimately, the rebellion is betrayed, and under the dictatorship of a pig named Napoleon, the farm ends up in a state as bad as it was before. The novella is in fact an allegory for Communist Russia under Josef Stalin, who was the leader of the Soviet Union when Orwell wrote the book.

(Sources: Interesting Literature; Wikipedia)

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