England, (b. 1945)
Traditional Prize County Pigs
- 1 Wessex Saddleback
- A porcine aborigine,
- He has no trace of foreign blood.
- His ancestors were wild and free
- British pigs in British mud.
- He’s a hardy, outdoor type,
- Who’s never heard of central heating.
- He doesn’t whine, he doesn’t gripe
- But, strong and silent, goes on eating.
- 2 Oxfordshire Sandy and Black
- This piggy has a pedigree
- ‘That goes way back on Midlands farms.
- If she could read her family tree,
- She might design a coat of arms.
- But she knows nothing of her line,
- And lives like any other sow,
- Taking care of little swine,
- Imprisoned in the here and now.
- 3 Cornish Lop-eared
- A fine white pig of goodly size,
- He roots and gobbles from the ground
- But when he tries to look around,
- His lop ears droop across his eyes.
- He doesn’t know the world is big
- And beautiful. He doesn’t try
- To wander. He’s an easy pig,
- Content to stay within his sty.
- 4 Staffordshire Tamworth Red
- If you want to go away
- On a summer holiday
- And take your pig, make no mistake,
- A Tamworth Red’s the pig to take.
- A pig whose skin is very fair
- Will use up all your Ambre Solaire,
- And need a hat, and cause concern,
- But Tamworths very seldom burn.
- 5 Orkney Boar
- If you should meet an Orkney Boar
- A-roaming on an Orkney moor,
- Beware. This savage little porker
- May attack the English walker.
- 6 Lincolnshire Curly Coat
- A pig of pigs. If free to scoff,
- He’ll seldom leave the feeding-trough,
- Expanding till he’s almost static
- And procreation’s problematic.
- And that, I guess, is why the breed
- By now is very rare indeed.
- 7 Gloucestershire Old Spot
- Walking Rorschach tests, Old Spots
- Have pure white skin with inky blots
- But do not show an interest
- In asking what the shapes suggest.
- 8 Berkshire Prize Beauty
- Once the standard of perfection
- By which other pigs were judged –
- Lovely figure, great complexion
- Even when her face was smudged.
- Just imagine the dejection
- As her rivals’ owners trudged
- To fatstock show and prize inspection,
- Knowing she could not be budged.
- 9 Old Glamorgan
- There isn’t very much to write –
- I only know he’s large and white.
- 10 Dorset Gold Tip
- In Dorset in the days of old
- There lived a pig whose hide was gold –
- Friendly, beautiful, and charming,
- Unsuitable for modern farming.
- It can’t be helped. The world moves on
- And all the golden pigs are gone.
Strugnell’s* Sonnets (VI)
- Let me not to the marriage of true swine
- Admit impediments. With his big car
- He’s won your heart, and you have punctured mine.
- I have no spare; henceforth I’ll bear the scar.
- Since women are not worth the booze you buy them
- I dedicate myself to Higher Things.
- If men deride and sneer, I shall defy them
- And soar above Tulse Hill on poet’s wings —
- A brother to the thrush in Brockwell Park,
- Whose song, though sometimes drowned by rock guitars,
- Outlives their din. One day I’ll make my mark,
- Although I’m not from Ulster or from Mars,
- And when I’m published in some classy mag
- You’ll rue the day you scarpered in his Jag.
About the Poet:
Wendy Cope, United Kingdom, (b. 1945), is a poet and considered a classic English humorist, though her work can also often also take a more meditative tone. She earned a BA in history and trained as a teacher at St. Hilda’s college, Oxford. Cope taught in primary schools for many years before becoming a freelance writer in 1986 with the publishing of her first book of poetry, Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis (1986).
Cope has received a Cholmondeley Award and a Michael Braude Award for Light Verse from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. In 2010, she was awarded an Order of the British Empire, and she is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. Her archive (comprised of collected manuscripts, notebooks, emails and school reports) resides at the British Library. [DES-06/22]
Jason “Jake” Strugnell, England, (contemporary/deceased), is a fictional poet from Tulse Hill, in south London. He is a persona employed by Wendy Cope in her collection Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis (1986). Strugnell’s poems are poor imitations of the poems of his well known predecessors and contemporaries. He also wrote some Shakespearian sonnets bemoaning his fate as an unpublished bard.
Cope describes Strugnell as a hapless, rather unpleasant and obscure male poet, blithely unaware of his shortcomings, who lived on Tulse Hill and quite often worked on his poetry at the Upper Norwood Library. He was somewhat impressionable but always enthusiastic, earning the moniker, “Bard of Tulse Hill” and the (self-appointed) “Casanova of Tulse Hill”. [DES-06/22]