a hogging plea©
Twas the night after Easter,
and what do i see:
but a 1/2 disected pig's remainings,
staring back at me.
He begged and he pleaded,
don't do me this way.
Have a cow be-headed,
your next Easter Day.
I heard him exclaim as he,
went down this hatch of mine:
i hope you think more of me,
and take pity next time!
{NAH}
Copyright ©2006~S@L
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