Pit and Long Boar (hour 19)

Our plan, born of true heinous,

Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived.

Yet tonight they feast on standing pig,

Such pleasant fare to absorb.

 

Within a tavern’s hospitality,

Hogs adore to imbibe,

Pre-marinated and duly prepped,

Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived.

 

Ambiance imperative to set the mood,

A ramshackle hovel dutifully disguised,

A table set with finery, nothing crude,

Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived.

 

Docile and ready they’d await their company,

Savouring the smell of the meal to arrive,

For on temptations arm, he will be led

Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived.

 

Master and pet, we must be prepared,

The hour draws sundry and nye,

Soon the punters will traverse a yonder,

Day’s turmoil and beverage deprived.

 

Man’s best friend finds true gallery,

In this repurposed livery, improvised,

As such we wait, for customers true fate,

And as always…

 

Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived.

One thought on “Pit and Long Boar (hour 19)

  1. Takes me back to childhood movie night-the repetition, the language, the anticipation of doom. I want to see this poem as a movie. It illustrates with no pictures like GRIMMs Tales.
    Wonderful execution.

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