Outrageously Huge Hog
The picture above was tagged 'white trash.' Here's Mr. Auden's comment on that:
The wild evil hogs draw near;
The weather smells of their hate
And the houses smell of our fear;
Death has opened his white eye
And the black hole calls the thief
As the wild evil hogs draw near.
Ravens alight on the wall,
Our plans have all gone awry,
The rains will arrive too late,
Our resourceful general
Fell down dead as he drank
And his horses died of grief,
Our navy sailed away and sank;
The wild evil hogs draw near.
Just a bit of hog poetry, innit. Thanks, GWB, for the insight. In the meanwhile local swine are lying low(ish), but the fight's not over, not by any means.
Doves in a few weeks.
LSP
6 comments:
Wasn't expecting hog poetry today!
The blogosphere is full of surprises.
Nothing quite like a hog poem to get the day going.
Cheers.
I remember when this photo first came out. It's not as large as the photo makes it look, as the kid is a ways behind it; nevertheless, 'tis a great beast, indeed!
I know, an enormous great hog...
Hog Poem?
Guess there is a first for everything.
Thanks Rick, it is a bit unusual but I quite like a good hog poem. Makes a change from the normal run of things.
God bless,
LSP
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