My Daughter's pet

[cidermaid]

Billy i think this is brilliant - just for the subject alone.

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 -- Didn't have any thoughts on the
above thought it worked well.


All i see are chops, burgers,
crackling that crunches
after a few Heinekens.

The above didn't seam to work so well, although liked the image. Was not sure if it was the actual word Heinekens or if actually it might work better if the lines were reversed and Heineken line was first in this stanza...sorry not much help. Couldn't work out what was the nit, just felt it.

When she forces it to watch telly with us
--Felt like too many words is when needed.
I try and find a food channel that's cooking pork -- same again... didn't feel "try and" was needed.

Milly says

yummy --made me laugh

Peter pig gives an effeminate grunt
like an unhappy vicar with an empty collection plate. [b]--Brilliant ending giving "Peter the piglet, dressed in pink" a female
voice, also great final image with the vicar.

Thanks for the read i really enjoyed this one
Sorry if my comments are a bit weak.
I'm sure somebody with stronger views will be along on a mo.