I steeped on the scales,
The butcher clapped with a grin
Nelope suggested, let's talk this thing over a bottle of gin
The pig poured the spirits,
The butcher a known drunk
The pig made sure that it stunk
The pig said, did you realize we are smarter than dogs,
So tell me the difference between a pig and a hog?
The butcher was thinking between eight shots of gin,
And with a slurred voice said, what's the question again?
The butcher was maxed out and asked for a kiss, the pig turned around and gave him his wish
The pig took a picture and threatened to tell, the breath of the butcher, a terrible p
The pig trotted home with a smile on its face, the butcher turned vegan and lives in disgrace
I liked the image of butcher portrayed in this little poem...top score!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You can put lipstick on a pig, but it's still a pig! !