Pig Poem by Harrison Wright

Manners vanish from his thoughts,
as he grinds food with his mouth gaping.
Scraps scatter the floor.
Mom and Dad fuss about the mess.
He is like a deaf, ignoring comments.

Food soars through the air.
Lamb chop slips through his mouth.
His jaws are like meat grinders, shredding vigorously.

As the food stacks on the ground,
Mount Carrot grows taller.
Crumbs grind in the floor's cracks.
My dog is like a pig, thrashing food violently.