It's definitely not my best poem. It was just fun, I made it because I was once on a school volleyball team, and everyone liked the name I made, "Flying Pigs."
The Flying Pigs
Back in my day
Pigs flew, flocks of them
Dozing on the clouds
Snorting and grumbling with the thunder.
Sometimes
They would land on someone's yard
Pushing warm nuzzles
Into the hands of delighted children.
They would allow themselves to be stroked
Across the short fur
And soft flap-like ears
To the tips of their springy tails.
Their wings, thrice the length
Of their short, stout limbs
Were like feathery pinatas, but made
To catch the winds and zephyrs.
Back in my day
Pigs flew, flocks of them
Dozing on the clouds
Snorting and grumbling with the thunder.
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