Verse by G. Venetopoulos: Peppermint Pigs

Monday, August 17, 2015

Peppermint Pigs

They come and go uncalled and bold
beseech in souls folklore regards
narrate and jive in piggy-bars

conglomerate in fuzzy mold.

The flying pigs behind the clouds,

invite the souls, deceive and pose,

deceive, perplex as heavens close,

foreboding smiles, assessed in shrouds.

Abstemious our lives in caves,

we reached the stars, proffered pigs lifts,

peppermint's scent in festal drinks

and purgatory dancing raves.

The polished pig-os skate on ice,

in triple axles show their class,

perfumed fandango ladies pass

to deep inhale their minty spice.

In Pigoletto, dukes and blokes

galant, attend Pigilda's quests

saltating dance, expressing jests

and spryly bow to charm and coax.

Recurrent prosody we shared,

fresh chicken eggs and fashion trends,

our abstract heartbeat so, amends

the groovy pigs that were ensnared.

(Iambic tetrameter)