Francis Bacon was a pig
He grew to be very big
And when he reached his maximum
The man from the butcher's then did come,
And hit him very ******* the head
And Francis Bacon was then dead.
The man then proceeded to
Chop him up, first into two,
Then he merrily carried on
Till what had been Francis was all gone.
He was now like a meaty jigsaw puzzle
From his tail to his snouty snuzzle,
Ham, pork and bacon he'd become
Joints,and chops, and also some,
Big pork sausages hung in loops,
And his bones were boiled to make soups,
Then the bones were sent off to,
A factory where they made glue,
So if a moral to this tale you seek -
"You can eat all of a pig except its squeak."

Tom Higgins 15/05/2015