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No matter what your conservation views,
You must monitor how much water you use.
by Graeme of Claremont
But you can take a good thing too far
If you smell like pigs and look like tar.
[Rhonda]
But watch out for political correctitude,
Loving black pigs is just a matter of attitude.
[minnie]
Ornery pigs I've often met
A loving one I have not yet.
[Rhonda]
I've read somewhere that pigs may fly
Beloved pigs are up on high.
Playing harps and lutes and shawms,
Heav'n they habitate in swarms.
[minnie]
Your pig poem really pleases
I heard they fly when something freezes.
[Rhonda]
Probably escaping from that other place,
When it freezes over it is not a good base.
Tiny trotters turn all blue,
Making music hard to do.
[minnie]
Dancing porkers caper on
Whether on brimstone or heaven's lawn.
Though on fiery coals is hard to do
'Cause it rather sounds like a barbecue.
[Rhonda]
Pigs trotters grilled in sulphurous smoke,
Sounds to me like a pig in a poke.
Only the pig-ignorant would do it,
Those who ate sulphured trotters would rue it.
[minnie]
"Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!"
"But you'll pickle our feet and crinkle our skin
You'll serve us with sauce, you'll fry us with glee
So far from you wolf we're now forced to flee!"
The pigs they did scamper; the wolf did give chase
But from that day on he saw hide, hair, nor face.
The pigs really fled over hill, dale, through fog
And now they're in Vegas living high on the hog.
[Rhonda]
Gambling pigs? A sight to behold,
Porkers with chips should be served hot, not cold.
[minnie]