Five Little Piggies Poem by Jennie Radley

Five little piggies, struggling for the teat,
Curly tails trembling, aren't they sweet!
Served on a platter with an apple in his snout,
Now there's only four, he's been counted out.

Four little piggies, rolling in the mud,
Grunting and oinking, just like piggies should.
A nice bit of crackling with apple sauce,
Another one's gone, leaving three, of course.

Three greedy piggies, trotters in the trough,
Gobbling the pig-swill, can't get enough.
Rashers for me and a pork pie for you,
Don't forget the sausages! That leaves two.

Two big piggies, rutting is their game;
Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma'am!
Never asked her name.
Ham salad, pork chops, we'll stop his fun;
Barbecued spare-ribs, now there's only one.

One big piggy, lying in the straw;
If you wait patiently, there'll soon be more.
Curly tails trembling as they struggle for the teat,
I love little piggies, they're good enough to eat!