The Upside Down Pig
I was doing a handstand in the dormitory.
A pig passed past.
He, the pig, if he was a he,
Swiped my wallet
Brushing his hoof lightly
Against the backside of my body.
And I roared inside myself
That he/she/it was welcome
To every worthless penny in that purse
For taking the time to rob me nicely
And in as dignified a way as was possible
At that particular time.