Friday 29 January 2016

a ninetieth new poem ... 'things I learned from WhatsApp, Friday morning'

One piggy wanted to go to market
One piggy wanted to stay home instead
One piggy asked: 'Which market?'
One piggy said: 
'What time?'
One piggy made a joke about broccoli
One piggy left the conversation, 
Went off-line.
One piggy suggested three markets, 
Any three,
One piggy said they’d rather stay home, right, 
'If there wasn't a fourth, see'.
One piggy said they had some leftover roast beef at home in the fridge
One piggy answered roast beef at home was, perhaps, 
'better plannidge'.
One piggy asked for an address
One piggy stressed (again): 
'What f'in time?'
One piggy then opined it was, er,
Actually pork leftover in the fridge
And, hells bells some ...
...Pork sausidge!
One piggy sent a panicked face
One piggy raged: 'you're a disgrace'
One piggy phoned the police
- after being on hold for some minutes - 
One piggy in blue uniform answered
And one piggy, spluttering uncontrollably.
 Reported the deceased.

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