Blue boar balls

Nosedeep, rooting, festering snuffles
a boar in slippers in my kitchen shuffles
he's caught a sent, a whiff of something,
drooling all over, the sight is disgusting
his stink, his canker, vile, a pox!
As he claws at my cupboards and uncovers a box,
the snorts, shrieks, the febrile delight,
freeze me in terror just out of his sight
the frenzy continues, I continue to cower,
only safe to emerge when he's gone to the shower,
that animal, the carnage, I've never known the ilk,

Ahhh SHIT

the bastard's gone and finished all my milk