I keep a secret in my room,
A pig called Percy.
He lives in a sty under the bed.
He’s no trouble.
A bit noisy – Percy likes to dance a jig –
But he’ll eat anything.
Old socks,
Orange peel,
School reports,
Dentist appointments,
He’s especially handy when Mum’s spring-cleaning,
Rooting around or being a busybody.
Although, last week I had a shock.
She called to me from the kitchen.
‘Have you cleaned out that pigsty yet?’
She’s no fool, my mother.
She might have heard Percy dancing.
So I’ve taught him the soft-shoe-shuffle,
As a precaution.


© Mary Green

First published in Parents Keep Out, compiled by Brian Moses, Macmillan.

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