Man, these just keep on coming. And most of them seem to be about ill-fated people, so maybe I’ll throw a few drawings up. (I put my name in italics! :3)
THE PIG DOCTOR
Alastair Skerman
There was once a man who known through the lands,
As a master of biology, of organs and of glands,
And who had been awarded the prestigious Nobel Prize
For a way of organ transfer that he happened to devise.
He used the organs of pigs, you see,
Those noble stinky swine,
And figured a way to transfer the flesh,
So the patient would wake up just fine.
He cured so many diseases he was hailed a saint,
From cancer to Alzheimer’s, and even a severe faint.
There was nothing this man and his piggy ways
Couldn’t solve within a few working days.
But there was one aspect he didn’t presume,
Which was that his pets had been able to talk.
They didn’t like the idea of loaning their parts
For people who liked to devour on pork.
So they decided unanimously that they would devise,
A way to teach him a lesson, and steal his Nobel Prize.
They worked all hours through the silent night,
Giggling here and there, imagining his fright,
When he would wake up the next morning, looking for his wig,
To find when looked the mirror, he was in fact half pig.
No one ever heard from him after that night,
Although there have been sightings here and there,
Of a man with a snout and a curly tail,
But when you see him you’d better beware,
For the pigs went too far and altered his brain
So when he travels he thinks of one thought:
‘I do wonder how it would taste…
To try some tender, human-style pork.’
