Pegs, pigs and pugs

New Zealand — Silly poems for your backpack

I had enough pegs.

Accents are a wonderful thing,
But sometimes confusing too.
Especially when one country mixes up the vowels,
Leaving you without a clue.

I was at a campsite, chatting to the staff,
When she asked me something that really made me laugh.

Have you got enough pigs?
That’s what I thought she said.
I’m not a farmer,
But a traveller instead.

Excuse me, I responded, mildly confused.
Pigs, pigs, for you tint.
And then I was amused.
Pig was peg after all.

Lucky we had this chat first,
Or I would’ve thought she was a thug.
Cos the very next day, she told me.
How she often hunted pug.

While I travel, I enjoy writing a bit of poetry, mostly silly stuff, but all to remember the fun I had.

I publish them all on Medium, so check out my other poems here.