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I'm all for a bit of poetry, but Jesus wept, here we go with Dylan Thomas again! Talk about flogging a dead horse. Here's one I wrote myself. a masterpiece :-
The Piglet
A dashing young piglet called Freddy Had a girlfriend with whom he was steady They spent all their lives going out for long drives To a spot in the south called Llanedi
They would stop at a pub for a drink and some grub Then off to the hills for sightseeing But one winter’s day the pig lost his way And over a cliff went careering
Surveying the wreck and the two broken necks The policeman was heard to say Fetch me a fork and sharpen my knife There’s pork on the menu today.