Patty Piggie fled the sty.
Didn’t stop to say goodbye.
Grabbed the piglets, snatched some swill.
Took her chance for good or ill.
Whee, whee, whee!
Oh to be free.
Her porky spouse was such a boar.
His bristly manner left her sore.
Life sans love is lacking sutures.
Life sans aim is lacking futures.
Day after day –
Once at large, she’d had a fit.
Didn’t like the scene one bit.
Single life was one long grind.
Wasn’t what she’d had in mind.
Harried and hunted –
taken for grunted.
Things to come are things unreckoned.
The unexpected: the unbeckoned.
Flowers in bud are flowers unsmelt.
Needs satisfied are needs unfelt.
Put up with your lot –
or stew in the pot.