This poem was inspired by a news story I watched, then researched, about a boxer named Treasure, who became a mum to eight little piglets on a farm in Queensland.

Eight cute little piglets
grunting and squealing today
because a boxer named Treasure
came bounding their way

A stray herself
Treasure played her part
taking the eight little piglets
straight into her heart

She rounded them up
with cuddles and licking
her milk came in
with the suckling and kicking

On a farm with eight kids
and eight piglets in tow
Treasure the Boxer
put on a great show

She now has a family
Treasure loves them to bits
a boxer and eight piglets
the perfect farm fit