Poems of the Week

The Piglet Caper

by Gail White

“Bronze flying pig sculpture stolen from in front of Mission Hills home”
Shawnee Mission Post

How do you fence a hot bronze pig?
It feels already like the jig
is up—can’t even pawn the thing,
Can’t melt it down, can’t break a wing.

Might lose it at a county fair
or leave it at a frat house, where
the cops may take it for a prank.
We shoulda simply robbed a bank.