When Pigs Can Fly

                                      

WHEN PIGS CAN FLY

     I saw a pig

Along the fence

Her shoes tied extra tight.

In jogging shorts of bright red plaid

My, was she a sight.

She headed to the school yard

Over yonder by the track.

She snorted at the children there

Then hunched her big pink back.

She slipped her shades upon her head

Front hoof upon her hip.

She stood and scratched her whiskered chin

Then bit her bottom lip.

She peered around the school yard track

Like measuring and thinking.

Looked back and forth and back again

Her beady eyes a twinkling.

She pulled her glasses to her snout

Dropped down and hunkered up

Looked left, then right, then down the track

Like she was warming up.

She took off slow

Then picked up speed

She soon became a blur.

Then off she went around the track

Swift as a big pink bird

She left the track

And flew around

Her curly tail a wagging

All four legs in perfect form

Just like a flying dragon.

People came from miles around 

Could not believe their eyes.

They’d never known a pig to fly

Or even exercise

Sammy Jones look heavenward

Then tugged his daddy’s tie

“May I have my pony now?

You said when pigs can fly.”