Pig Poem

We feel that lately we’ve been neglecting in this forum the fine literary efforts of North Carolinians. We want to correct that now by sharing a poem that we found in the Tarboro Free Press for January 27, 1827, following the announcement of the killing of a hog that at only two years old had reached the impressive weight of 535 pounds.

A hog is not a natural gift,
Although this was bad to lift;
It took seven blows to lay him flat,
But still he made a keg of fat.

Regrettably, the work is unsigned, thus leaving us no way of finding any other gems penned by this poet for the ages.

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