Porky Pig
We walked side by side
she was my best friend indeed,
she didn't ask for much
and she returned her love to me.
I never had to worry she
might not be home one day
because in my heart I'll
always know her love would of never
strayed.
She would sit in the window and
wait for me watching the cars drive
bye, but she wouldn't wag her curly
little tail until it was me who
stepped inside.
I'll never forget all the fun
in my life when I had my Porky Pig,
and I catch myself all the time
wondering how the heck she's
been
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Synopsis
This poem is about my pet pig Porky. I was forced to give her to a family friend when I bought my mobile home, she went to her new home in a mountain are where she grew to be over a hundred and fifty pounds, she lost her life defending that home..but the friends say that she didn't go without a fight..gave that ole mountain lion a run for it's money or shall I say..."hungry"............)
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