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Once stung a wiener pig will scratch its burning skin,
dispersing venom through lymphatics to subdue
all pains and itching caused by one small stinger pin,
yet moving arms will give all bees another clue.
They pounce in thousands, drawing pints of histamine
which leads to swelling and expansion all too soon,
and then, by order of her majesty the Queen,
a thousand stings create a living pork balloon.
And so it happened that the farmer's wife had thought
the swollen pig was ready for the coming sale,
and quickly washed and brushed and for much money bought,
makes this the end of one amusing piggy-tale.
Herbert Nehrlich
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