By: Kitarel Posted on: October 16, 2010
Fresh from the flame here I am,
Bright faced and full of life.
Nothing but the clothes on my back
Not a care or a strife.
I walk around for days on end
Albeit quite lost.
Hunger invaded every sense
My stomach now my boss.
There I spotted something small
That would taste quite delicious on a spit.
Something cute and quite pink
In Lodi I met the guard pig.
I morphed as quickly as I could
It barely spared me half a glance.
Spirit of the hyena deep within
Hunger had me in a trance.
I pounced and mauled but to my surprise
It leapt high into the air.
With agility and shocking grace
This pig did not fight fair.
One swift kick to the nose
He floored me with one hit.
Bleeding quick, my vision blurred
My vision was fading quick.
Lesson one: Don't rush a pig
He's swifter than you think.
Lesson two: He hits quite hard
If you have some health don't be afraid to drink.
I don't know if you can remember
Being in Lodi when you were young.
Tell your children before they go
If you see the guard pig - just run.