1st edit thanks to cidermaid. 
i tried to cut some of the words out out of the wordy part and did as you suggested with the lager line, thanks for the feedback 
My Daughter's Pet:
piglet can't fry.
Spearing him
from arse to mouth
like a cannibal's spit roast
wouldn't fly.
For god sake;
Milly dresses him up
in pink, she says
It matches his little piggy feet.
After a few Heinekens.
all i see are chops, burgers,
and crackling that crunches.
When it's forced to watch telly with us
I look for pork-cooking food channels.
Milly says
yummy.
Peter pig gives an effeminate grunt
like an unhappy vicar with an empty collection plate.
i tried to cut some of the words out out of the wordy part and did as you suggested with the lager line, thanks for the feedback My Daughter's Pet:
piglet can't fry.
Spearing him
from arse to mouth
like a cannibal's spit roast
wouldn't fly.
For god sake;
Milly dresses him up
in pink, she says
It matches his little piggy feet.
After a few Heinekens.
all i see are chops, burgers,
and crackling that crunches.
When it's forced to watch telly with us
I look for pork-cooking food channels.
Milly says
yummy.
Peter pig gives an effeminate grunt
like an unhappy vicar with an empty collection plate.
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My Daughter's Pet:
piglet can't fry.
Spearing him
from arse to mouth
like a cannibal's spit roast
wouldn't fly.
For god sake;
Milly dresses him up
in pink, she says
It matches his little piggy feet
All i see are chops, burgers,
crackling that crunches
after a few Heinekens.
When she forces it to watch telly with us
I try and find a food channel that's cooking pork
Milly says
yummy
Peter pig gives an effeminate grunt
like an unhappy vicar with an empty collection plate.