Percy the piglet, one fine afternoon,
Was sitting in his sty
When he heard a gruff voice over the wall
Mutter “And pigs might fly!”
When Percy heard these words, he squealed
And jumped around with glee.
“Well, what a thing!” he told himself.
“Pigs might fly! That’s me!
“I’m not sure how I’ll do it –
I’m not really built for flight –
But lots of creatures fly around.
If I try, then I just might.”
He thought he’d imitate the birds,
So he taught himself to sing
But all the melodies he learned
Didn’t give him wings.
“The bats hang from the rafters
In the barn – is that the trick?”
But his trotters slipped, he lost his grip.
Good thing that straw was thick.
“Caterpillars eat leaves and then they turn
To butterflies and soar.”
So he stuffed himself with dandelions
Till he could eat no more.
Still no wings. Percy despaired
Of ever taking flight
And so to entertain himself
He bought a brand new kite.
He took it to a nearby hill.
The wind was cold and strong
And as he ran, the kite sailed up
And carried him along.
The people down below looked up
In wonder at the sky:
“What’s that creature way up there?
Good heavens! A pig can fly!”
Notes: The prompt was to “take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens:
The sun can’t rise in the west.
A circle can’t have corners.
Pigs can’t fly.
The clock can’t strike thirteen.
The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.
A mouse can’t eat an elephant.”
I felt in the mood for something light and frivolous 🙂