Author Robert Herrick Spokes when he sees a rosted Pig, he swearsNothing he loves on't but the chaps and ears:But carve to him the fat flanks; and he shallRid these, and those, and part by part eat all. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments