Piggywigs

The pigs broke into my gardenThey wrecked my vegetable patchI chased them round all morningBut, not one, could I catch I tempted them with biscuitsAnd a loaf of wholemeal breadThey did not seem impressedThey preferred my veg instead Covered in dirt and sweatyI continued with my taskStripped to the waist and grubbyAnd wearing a muddy mask My neighbours thought it funnyThey were watching me with gleeSo I stopped my amusing anticsAnd had a cup of tea A plan, I thought, a planThat’s what I really needI drove down to the shopTo buy some fresh pig feed I laid a trail of pig food'cross the garden, to the fenceThey started taking noticeThey started to see sense Snuffling down the trail, they wentTo the hole from whence they cameThrough the gap into the fieldTo their piggy wig domain