My words, final and binding

On way back from school

I asked my mom,

What’s the baby dog

doing in the slum

Mom got amused,

heartily she smiled

told its no doggy,

a piggy my child

Must be too naughty

I did jump and applaud,

But mom what’s it,

doing in d’ mud?

Its so hot!, 

a scorching sun

yet it wishes,

 to play and run

Its throat dried up,

has no water bottle

 amidst d’ mud,

saw little water

Gulps filthy water,

its mom, nowhere seen

why no pulling of ears,

and even no scolding

I will take it home,

give it a bounty shower

of course I’ll offer it

a jug of Bislery water

I’ll ask papa,
 to get two water cans,

One for me, 
and one for my friend

 Once seemly cleaned,

it will look good

I will make it taste,

our home made food

I’ll play with it,

we will make fun

I would like to feed it

milk, omelets and bun

Cakes, chocolates, sandwich

and hot cheese roll

It’ll be damn happy,

won’t go to mud at all

But it will take no time

to make a mess of our home

decency lacks in it,

thus it prefers d’ slum

 All its freedom,
 we will curtail
like Ishita's parrot,
put it in a jail
We will get one,
from d' super market,
but a strong and stout jail,
as per my choice

It is no jail,
it's known as a cage,
in your letter book,
given in "P" page 

Risky to keep it at home,

might carry H1N1 virus

have a running nose,

and a barking cough

During your play,

obviously it’ll sneeze

send virus to your breath

to contact d’ diseases

A sore throat, loaded nose, fever,

it’s d’ perilous swine flu

It abruptly attacks,

often gives no clue

U took me to Hospital,

forced for swine flu vaccine

"no pricks please", I cried,

U never listened

If vaccine is full proof,

and I've already taken,

then why don’t U allow,

to bring d' piggy home

Don’t eat my head,

absolutely nothing doing,

Piggy not permitted
at home

my words, final and binding