At first they roamed the woodlands free
They foraged and they snorted
Too bad for them someone thought, "Tea?"
"I'll roast that boar, it's sorted!"
They soon forgot their boar-ish ways
Became quite pink and friendly
By way of thanks, with crates and planks
We drove them round the bend-y
We wrap them up in cellophane
We fry and roast and boil,
Do they remember their old life
The forest glades and soil?
They're said to be intelligent;
Perhaps if they can snatch
Some time to plan, they can escape
And start again...from scratch.
(, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 20:53, archived)