Wrong Stuff

Smothering piglets, and their mother,
By tipping coal and bones into their sty.
Smiling at the shopkeeper, before throttling him
By tying an amphetamined pig to his tie.
Eating with your Aunt, beckoning her close,
Then spraying on her face with huntsman's pie.
Urinating into a sack, in which two blinded cats
Are teaching an osprey to fly.
Filling a pig with a ton of glass,
Kissing a child with that look in your eye,
Hiding in trees when you're due in court,
Or making a simpleton cry.

If these things be wrong, then wrong am I.

Charlie Skelton