Pig In The Diner

You'd have to see it with your own two eyes, 
 a pig in the diner that ate all my fries.
Yes, the thing took control as it walked through the door,
 with its oink oink continually scouring the floor.

It turned me off my favorite entree,
cause its stench filled the room with its oink on display.
It distracted, attracted the flies on patrol,
and the worst part of all was when it started to roll.

Now I certainly know that a pig cannot fly,
but the end of my foot wished to wave it bye bye.
It was worse than a child as a matter of fact,
and I found it real hard keeping my emotions intact.

Then out of the blue onlookers started to queue,
he became the attraction, more than the menu.
I just had to sit back and take in the view,
knowing soon his oink oink would drown out in pork stew.