British, (fl. 1913-1951)
Bagged
- A little pig once lived its life
- In Erin’s lovely isle.
- Indifferent to party strife
- It wore a constant smile.
- It roamed or slept the livelong day
- And sought repose at night;
- From food it never turned away
- But gulped it down at sight.
- It swallowed all that came its way,
- Consuming it with greed;
- And nought its appetite could stay
- Or yet disturb its feed.
- It chewed old clothes and ate old boots,
- And more inside it packed,
- Results of never ending loots,
- When other food it lacked.
- In course of time the porker died —
- Beneath the butcher’s knife.
- Nor was its hunger satisfied
- E’en at the end of life.
- For mark, they stripped it of its hide,
- To make a bag of leather,
- And in this manner occupied,
- It keeps its traits together.
- Whate’er it can its swallows still,
- Good food it loves to munch
- When someone brings, when cash is nil,
- Some sandwiches to lunch.
- Yet still as in the days of yore
- Its appetite ne’er ceases,
- Though sides should bulge it craves for more,
- Its hunger but increases.
- It gulps down books and kindred stuff,
- Old clothes or Sunday suits,
- And Saturdays, when fare is rough,
- It swallows football boots.
© J.P. Ede
Bagged first appeared in the Civil Service Christian Union, October 1916, p.117.
Bagged first appeared in the Civil Service Christian Union, October 1916, p.117.
Editor’s Note:
Thanks to Andrew Roberts of Middlesex University, London for his assistance in providing the complete text of this poem. [DES-5/03]
About the Poet
J.P. Ede poet and hymn writer for the Civil Service Christian Union (1913-1938) and the Civil Service Observer (1948-1951). [DES-6/03]