Harry Stottle Poems

Murphy's Pig

Murphy bought a great big pig
He fed it on that black stout
to get so fat and make it big
Twas' massive there's no doubt

But a pissed up pig's not well or good
but Murph' was on a mission
It went and died cos it got no food
and he lost his soul Hambition.

In piggy heaven the gate were ajar
And Murphy;s pig went in
And something happened quite bazaar
Murphy Pig had got dead thin.

Poor Murph' on earth was sad as sad
He took to ten pints a day
Now he too is big and fat
On a portly porky way.