Ah, the Truffle
By catherine poarch
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Ah, the truffle said Professor Pigg.
He scratched his chin, he bowed his head,
he lost himself in deep and piggy thought.
No greater treasure ever has been sought,
Or so I’ve heard.
And yet, you see
I’ve never found the word
that says it best.
The glory of this ancient piggy quest.
Then, through the window he could see
A wood, as wild as woods can be.
He pressed his snout against the glass and sighed.
There was the earth, the sky, the search.
The falling leaves, the oak, the birch.
There, within reach - all that the books implied.
Like
Snuffling, snouting, rooting, routing,
Foamy, loamy, silty, salty, humus, brumus,
Tuberlumus, rummage, scrummage,
Pie and thumbage, feathercappy,
Trotterhappy, shuffle, scuffle, delve….
Or so they say.
He turned away.
Back to the dusty books, the endless dig.
Ah……..the truffle, said Professor Pigg.
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Loved this - story, scrummy
Loved this - story, scrummy description and rhyme.
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Lovely sound to the read, and
Lovely sound to the read, and the real (and invented?) tumble of words – and the mystery of the truffle! Rhiannon
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What a clever imaginative
What a clever imaginative poem Catherine, I got quite tongue-tied reading all those Professor piggy words. Put a smile on my face. I really enjoyed.
Jenny.
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