Friday 9 December 2011

The Pig (by Roald Dahl)

Two reasons for sharing this delightful poem.
One, it is for you Neeti: remember we were talking of Roald Dahl's short stories, and I mentioned this poem, much to shared laughter, at the name. Idiosyncratic, but utterly believable :D :D!


Two, am trying out the embedded audio player. I found out about this when I visited Trinath's blog, where he has included his own reading of his poetry. As I had a recording of this poem, for a young, talented performer at school, Priyanka Nair, I decided to try this out :)





Here's the poem:
The Pig, by Roald Dahl

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!"
"They want my bacon slice by slice
"To sell at a tremendous price!
"They want my tender juicy chops
"To put in all the butcher's shops!
"They want my pork to make a roast
"And that's the part'll cost the most!
"They want my sausages in strings!
"They even want my chitterlings!
"The butcher's shop! The carving knife!
"That is the reason for my life!"
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great peace of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
"I had a fairly powerful hunch
"That he might have me for his lunch.
"And so, because I feared the worst,
"I thought I'd better eat him first."

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Listen in (and tell me just how bad it was :P! Yes, I am fishing!! :D)






Note: For those who would like to try this out, let me tell you what I learnt from Trinath, via this poem of his, that I turned into a sort of chat window. :D He very patiently sorted it out for me: Take a look at this poem of his (called "Everything in place", yes it did fall in place, Trinath!):






9 December, 2011

4 comments:

  1. Wow! Wonderful rendition. I butchered my poems in my recitation when compared to this one. Very well done!

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  2. Thank you Trinath :) But then, I guess I get lots of practice working with the little ones at school :) In fact what I ought to do is get their recordings here. Let's see, for the next year :)
    Oh I did like the easy measured pacing of your recitation!
    It's always a challenge, I have felt, to read one's own poetry. So, as of now, I'm very hesitant about reading my stuff :D
    Thanks again, so very much, Trinath!

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  3. Usha,is this your voice I am hearing?
    It sounds so cool and so soothing
    you know you don't have to go fishing
    Into the bucket they are ready to be jumping!

    Great work teacher! :)

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  4. Govind, thank you for taking the bait;
    By that, you have sealed your fate!

    Because now, this rambler's probably planning
    To bring in more of her twanging
    And flood her page with more reciting
    Once she's got the hang of this thingaming :D

    Thanks a lot, Govind. You continue to motivate :)

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