To Cecil The Pig – Memento Mori -Sepember 28, 2014

by Georgia

To Cecil  The Pig

Ah – when I think of you dear Cecil,
I feel myself fall into a trance …
‘Tis hard for me
To keep track of all the hours I stayed with you.
Emperor of your kind …
The fine bristle of your hair,
The lovely look in your pinkish eyes,
And oh …
Your immoderate love of popcorn..
Alas in the end
‘Twas the bane of your existence!

How fair you were … so that still now,
I think of you.  ‘Tis true … your odorous
Effluvia was something to be forgotten …
But –
Your exultations … your appreciation,
For the food I brought you each morn,
Was one of your saving graces!
Alas – how they’ve rendered you.

Yet … dear Cecil,
You’ll still be with me for a time though.
Through this sublime offering we now enjoy,
We do not forget and indeed, we thank you,
For this lovely bacon that accompanies our eggs.



7 Responses to “To Cecil The Pig – Memento Mori -Sepember 28, 2014”

  1. There’s an undercurrent of sadness here. Poor Cecil!

  2. What a delight to love what we eat and eat what we love . . .

  3. Ah, the circle of life

    I really smiled at this


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