There's a warm group of pink pigs
roaming the unattended class rooms.
One little pink pig drifted off
due to the sweet aroma
of an unknown substance.
He then goes onto the kitchen
and finds a jar of figs.
He takes a weary glance
around the room.
To see if others have
discovered his secret.
He wanted to savor
the moment, the taste
all to himself.
A guilty pleasure.
A hidden treasure.
Unfortunaly, he could only
watch the jar of figs
be taken away from long and hairy arms.
Oh! The same arms that regularly visits and gifts
him and his pals.
Always helping him with the gals.
He followed the long and hairy arms
who placed the jar of figs on a table.
Oh! A table festooned with
ribbons, china plates, silverware,
baked goods and even hot chocolate!
And something familiar...
Something that is no longer recognizable...
a big fat roasted pig.