The Royal Pig Poem by The Muse

Upper class pigs are rare to find
They are fed to death and slaughtered fine
They are weighed and measured
And then paraded in the open

They have been fed on the choicest worms from Peru
Probably meant to have lived in the fing zoo
But O no they are upper class
They are surely fineeant to be treated with fingers sans grime

Alley cats are meant to stay there
Or so they feel
Little do they know they are divine
A shocking mane reveals
Twas a lion inside

So have your fill of your upper class pig
One day you will miss your cat in the wild
She is special in her own graceful way
But has been a fool hitherto to obey

Goodbye farewell O cat of mine
Alas my heart heeds my belly
For feasts gluttonous divine
No gloom no misery
Just feel incredibly sanguine