by steve1223adelaide, South Australia
Dec 2013 391 Views 1 comments
Four Pigs In A Row
Four pigs with trombones blowing
Blowing up a mighty storm
Geriatrics swinging and swaying
Attempting to dance with class and form
Walkers scooting and canes twirling
Could hear the snap of fragile bones
Bodies laying around bent and twisted
Poor old dears, hear their groans and moans
Ambulances came rushing, giving aid
Four pigs with trombones still blowing
Oblivious to the carnage all around
Four pigs still swinging, don’t look like slowing
Blowing up a mighty storm
Geriatrics swinging and swaying
Attempting to dance with class and form
Walkers scooting and canes twirling
Could hear the snap of fragile bones
Bodies laying around bent and twisted
Poor old dears, hear their groans and moans
Ambulances came rushing, giving aid
Four pigs with trombones still blowing
Oblivious to the carnage all around
Four pigs still swinging, don’t look like slowing
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
(While waiting at the hospital to see my specialist I watched a police brass band [consisting of four trombones] playing in the foyer. Listening to them was a bunch of geriatrics waving their walking sticks around.)Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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