David Shapiro's Pick: Pigs by Oliver Lodge
"Good light verse has become a lost art. This poem made me laugh every time I read it. Sue me for loving silliness."
A pig cannot look at the sky,
nor bend his neck to even try.
Because of porcine physiognomy,
very few take up astronomy.
Oliver Lodge is an organic gardener and aspiring writer. Most of his work is in the form of poetry. Mark is 40 years old and married and "paid his dues" with 20 years working in the finance industry. Last year he gave all that up to garden and write — he is therefore poorer than a church mouse who has forgotten where he left his cheese stash. Mark is appreciative of any comment, positive or otherwise, on his work — we are all still learning every day. This is a tiny fraction of his poetry portfolio.