United States, (b. 1951)
Mr. Digby and his ten pigs
- Pigs love the dried mud drop
- Slowly, grunting
- On a grunt, up in the splattering rain drop, drops.
- A testament
- Prodigious in swallowing as they hog their want
- Made lean bacon
- In the kitchen slop and, stomaching no complaint,
- Proceeded to assail
- The seven troughed seas and every shallow depression.
- Old Mr. Digby kept pigs, ten little ones
- In his barnyard off Drury Terrace;
- Butchers oft made queries
- On hearing their neighbor’s pigs grunt,
- Saying: Something is hoggish in a farmer who accommodates
- That many squalors.
- Sun faced red as a pickled beet, his raspy voice
- Had long gone to seed, Mr. Digby
- For no good reason
- Plays host to chester, duroc, and increase,
- With table scraps and cabbage feasting the palates
- Of fastidious pigs.
- Mr. Digby and his ten pigs
About the Poet:
Lance Sheridan, United States, (b. 1951), is a poet. Sheridan began writing poetry in 2003 and began lance sheridan® in January of 2013.
He has continued writing through moves to Nashville TN and then to Springfield IL. Sheridan has had over 90 poems published in numerous journals including Morality Park, Spillwords, Napalm and Novocain, Jellyfish Whispers, The BeZine and others.
Highlights:
Describing himself, Sheridan says, “I’m sarcastic, have an offbeat sense of humor, I’m a purveyor of words and imagery, love music, to read, drink coffee, exercise, walk, dislike ruffians and jiggery-pokery.” [DES-07/22]