Pigs.
Two little pigs to market went
Their names were Paul and Patience.
They both were sold and both were sent
To different destinations.
As the two were dragged apart,
Paul said in soothing tones,
'Don't cry we'll meet again sweetheart'
I feel it in my bones.
They did meet at an early date,
He hadn't been mistaken.
Paul was the sausage on my plate
And Patience was the bacon.
Thought that poem was great as a kid and never forgot it. It was taught to me by an old lady who lived on Marlborough Rd, she is sadly long deceased, but used to write poetry for kids and teach elocution, and her poems were great.
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