Greedy pigs

Today, as  I sat eating breakfast

there was a knock upon my front door

“We’re leaving” came a rough, loud grunting

It was my prize-winning pig – a boar

“But why?” I asked him in horror.

“‘Cos, to be honest, we’re just pissed off.

We can’t get our snouts near our foodstuffs

as there are greedy MPs in our trough!!”

 

Ceemb