I met a pink and portly pig. We were flying with Ryan Air.
Although I tried to be polite I could not help but stare
The hat he wore is often seem on football leprechauns
A ginger bread, his jersey green, he claimed his name was
Sean.
He said, "My bacon is the best. It’s Irish guaranteed.
My fate decrees that in this life my function is to feed
Breakfast roll man and those who like an early morning fry
With rasher and white pudding, and sausage piled high.
I looked him in the eye and said, “Your hat is very striking
But hidden underneath you’ve got the helmet of a Viking.
Take you Danish ham hocks, your
trotters and your snout
As Margaret Thatcher would have said ….OUT!
OUT! OUT!
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