One Irish spring morn,
a wee leprechaun
saw a little pink pig
a-dancing a jig.

Its trotters were
flying all over the place.
Leprechaun cried
“Pig, you are a disgrace.”

“I’m full of the whisky,
that’s why I’m so frisky,”
cried Pig, with a shout
as it fell on its snout.

The folks came a-trotting
to see what was what-ing,
to gaze on the sight
of the pig who was tight.

They proceeded to pick up
that pig with the hiccup.
They took it away
and late that same day,

they dined on some Spam
and lots of boiled ham
then washed it all down
with a drop of the ‘brown’.

The leprechaun
went back home to his dell
and took with him
lots of boiled bacon, as well.

So, pink pigs take warning,
who drink in the morning,
if you want to get tight,
drink your whisky… at night!

Marion Sharville ©


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2 Responses to IRISH PIG JIG

  1. kay says:

    Dear Marion,
    I have just found your website and your poems are great – they inspire the mind!
    I particularly like this one and Saturday Night Out.
    I hope to read more.
    Kind regards

  2. Dear Kay, How nice to have your comment. So glad you enjoyed the poems. If you had clicked on ‘About this blog’ you would have been warned what you were in for.
    Best Wishes, Marion

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