Pig Opens Yoga Studio in Barn
Miss Petunia struck a pose,
In downward hog with muddy toes.
Ma peeked in and dropped her pie,
While Pa just grunted, “Lord, oh my.”
Lou brought mats and incense flair,
Granny stretched on folding chair.
The preacher joined with cautious bend,
Till goat headbutts made it end.
Classes filled with cows and cats,
And one confused fox in yoga slacks.
She taught deep breaths and snout-based zen,
While ducks meditated in the pen.
Now Tuesdays host the swine salute,
With chants of “Om” and veggie fruit.
It’s peace and pork in one large yurt,
Where chakras meet the barnyard dirt.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on September 16, 2021 by Alan Nafzger