Pigs can be interesting.

I’m rooting for the pig. Why shouldn’t pigs fly? Sure they don’t have wings, but neither do we. Put’em in a crate, stick’em in cargo, and start the engines.

Now, I realize a pig couldn’t pilot a plane…unless…

What if this particular pig is a descendant of Snowball, or Napoleon, the pigs from Animal Farm? And these descendants have evolved even further than their ancestors? And maybe they’ve joined forces with Cornelius and Zira and created a new world where pigs are the brains and apes are the muscle and human skin is used to make footballs.

See what I’m doing here? I’m promoting how much fun books can be. And how there are many things beyond man’s comprehension.

So maybe pigs can fly. They simply don’t do it when we’re around. Why else would Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (you know him better as Lewis Caroll, the guy who wrote Alice in Wonderland), put flying pigs in a poem?

The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
      To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
      Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
      And whether pigs have wings.’                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
Now I’m going to quote the words of the late great Shel Silverstein because he also mentions pigs…kind of…in his song, Roland the Roadie;                                                                  

And some folks love ham hocks                                                                                                          And some folks love pork chops                                                                                                        And some folks love vegetable soup                                                                                                 But Roland the roadie loved Gertrude the groupie                                                                          But Gertrude the groupie loves groups.

Which really has nothing to do with anything but I love Shel Silverstein so I’m going to somehow segue into one of his children’s poem, and then end with a nugget of advice. The excitement never stops on this blog.

Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,                                                                                                          Listen to the DON’TS                                                                                                                          Listen to the SHOULDN’TS, the IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS                                                   Listen to the NEVER HAVES, then listen close to me–                                                                 Anything can happen, child, ANYTHING can be.

If your child does not have the book “Where the Sidewalk Ends” by Mr. Silverstein then you are not showing the proper concern for the child’s literary education. And if you don’t have children, buy it anyway. It’s a must for every library.

See what I did here? Roped you in by putting pigs in the title, and then threw books and poets at you.

Subliminally persuading people to read, one blog at a time.

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4 Responses to Pigs can be interesting.

  1. Danielle says:

    I was driving down the freeway the other day and saw a pickup with several huge pigs in the back. They were fenced in and I saw their pink floppy ears and snouts. I never knew pigs had such floppy ears. I guess if I were in an open pickup going 70 down the freeway my ears would flop too! Anyway, when I saw them I thought of this post, then I wondered if they were off to be slaughtered.

    • ajcap says:

      Aw. I like pigs. They’re intelligent, cute, and easy to keep. We have famous pigs in the area. When you’re really bored, Google Hurleyville taxi. Two pigs, Red and Rusty, used to be hitched to a wagon and gave children rides. Pretty sure you can find them on the net…

  2. Danielle says:

    I’ll do that. George Clooney has (or had) a pet pig. He says he doesn’t want children, but I guess a pig is okay. :-)

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