Poor Roofuss

Poor Roofuss By Cody Brandon Turner I once knew a pig A good pig friend of mine A pig by the name of Roofuss A pig that was fat but was kind A pig who was my best friend A Pig in which I have not spoke of For a very long time At my Granddaddy’s farm In a pen where he would lay I would always go and visit him And pet him everyday A big old fat pig A big ole pile of pork A farmers dream my granddad would say As he teased and taunted me By holding a big shiny fork As the seasons past Getting fatter every single day My good friend Roofuss the Pig Never seemed to go away Until one Sunday morning after church To my granddaddy’s we would head I sat down and ate breakfast Toasted bread, Bacon and Eggs I asked my granddaddy If I could see Roofuss today So that I could give him a hug And pet him on his head With a small smirk on his face he said “Buddy Roofus is dead” As I began to cry and loudly began to fuss I took a big ole bite of bacon And said “poor poor Roofuss”