"Providence", said a Pig !A Poem by TomA salutary tale !The past summer had been long and incongruously hot still I played every game, though my score remained nought yet despite that empty feeling, like when you've lost the lot, I remained steadfast in the hope of one final, productive shot! But with the very last match, providence brought those longed for scoring runs, so eagerly sought then after, straight to an ale house caring not a jot of my betrothed elsewhere waiting, like the lady of Shallot! As that previous day, a fine wedding ring I had bought hand crafted and embossed with a jewel, expertly wrought my intention to propose at a well known lover's spot, a place where each evening, we would meet at precisely 8 o'clock! But too much booze and bravado, mixed together in a pot are quite often the undoing of many an honorable plot, so later that night, swaggering down a road I knew not I tripped over my boot lace, which had not been tied taut! Tumbling head first into a ditch, like a clumsy clot I lay there cursing, precarious and distraught, then a passing pig sat down beside me, in the grime and the grot and with a look of disdain, it spoke to me rather snooty and snot! "Providence can elevate a man, or reduce him to squalor and rot just as a drunken fool's efforts, invariably amount to naught and no lady of principal would marry a man who can't tie a knot, so if I were you, I'd give these matters some pragmatic thought!" Then it slowly got up and made off in a pompous, prancing trot, leaving me to mull over a lesson, sagaciously taught and since this immodest encounter, defiling and fraught to this very day the wise counsel of the Pig, I have never forgot ! © 2014 TomFeatured Review
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