Pork on The Porch

​Standing downstairs hearing a knock on the door
Trebor heard it as well, clearly audible through the floor
Remaining downstairs as my friend greeted the guest
The sound of its squeal, like a thump to the chest

Are you Trebor so and so, snorted the pork on the porch
As I mind cooked the pork, scorched and blow torched
He answered in the affirmative, a satisfied look on the pork
Let’s break out the champagne, let the pork pop the cork

I’m investigating a crime; spat the pork in a suit
Will you please answer my questions, do you think I look cute
What would you like to know, said Trebor at the door
All that you know, the pork needs to eat more

Well the story goes like this, as the pork began to choke
Yeah go on swallow it porky, you will fry for your poke
Is that not what you expected, said Trebor to the pork
As the pork looked forlorn, still holding its cork

Would you make a statement, it’s urgent you see
Not a problem said Trebor, when my diary is free
Please call me at your convenience, snorted porky, please
As Trebor closed the door, feebly stifling a wheeze

We met each other on the stairs, and as I reached for my gun
The pork on the porch, went off in the sun