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A porky rarely wears a wig,
that way it passes for a pig.
Though either does possess a snout
the LATTER ONLY will pig out.
The former's interests are to gain
through rank deception sugarcane
or other valuable stuff,
a porky travels in the buff
invisible to you and me
no wig, which common folks would see,
its gender may be either or
all pigs will snort and fart and roar,
they do not have a thing to hide
and will not take you for a ride.
Unless, of course, you're featherweight
or in a true suspended state.
There's one more thing I meant to mention,
it matters greatly, what intention
an animal has in its mind
no opportunist will be kind,
and how, you ask can I determine
to separate the pig from vermin?
It's easy, watch them in the sun
the porky cannot see the fun
the other frolicks, jumps and rolls
digs with its toughened feet huge holes,
enjoys the sun, the mud and rain
and sings of how it falls in Spain.
It's culture, mate, that wins the day
so send those porky's far away.
Herbert Nehrlich
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