7 June 2012
I've always been friends with Porky,
Though no-one else can see
His piggy head and boyish arms
He's always been there for me.
My parents just pretend
To set his table place
And give him a glass of water
And let him my dinner taste.
Porky came on holiday,
We took the ferry over
To England one week,
I think we went to Dover.
We spent the week there happily
The four of us having fun,
Having a look around
And playing in the sun.
One day we passed a gypsy woman,
Crystal ball, black hair,
Her face went pale, her smile faded,
Followed us with a cold stare.
All of a sudden she began to scream
And got up off her seat,
'There's a demon with that child
The body of a man, face of a pig!'
No-one'd ever been able to see Porky
No-one, only me,
And I'd never met the gypsy before
It was quite a mystery.
Porky looked quite perplexed
As we got ready to cross the sea
And as I looked in his red eyes
I knew he had to leave.
Mum and Dad saw me looking back
As Porky waved from the beach,
Porky, my imaginary friend
The demon with the head of a pig.
Porky • Opuss № I