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i beg of you please to stop rewriting the plums in the icebox poem to be about feral hogs
learn another poem
learn another poem
in my yard, the 30-50 feral hogs come and go
talking of my small kids, you know
talking of my small kids, you know
shall i enact gun control? do i dare to eat some lard?
i shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon my yard
i have heard the 30-50 feral hogs oinking, each to each
i do not think that they will oink to me.
i shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon my yard
i have heard the 30-50 feral hogs oinking, each to each
i do not think that they will oink to me.
nobody, not even the 30-50 feral hogs, have such small hams
i& #39;m a feral hog! who are you?
are you a feral hog, too?
then there& #39;s 30-50 of us — don& #39;t tell!
they& #39;d shoot at us, you know
are you a feral hog, too?
then there& #39;s 30-50 of us — don& #39;t tell!
they& #39;d shoot at us, you know
sing to me of the hogs, Muse, the hogs of thirty to fifty-
odysseus: wait no, don& #39;t shoot them, please, those are my sailors
odysseus: CIRCE
odysseus: wait no, don& #39;t shoot them, please, those are my sailors
odysseus: CIRCE
shall I compare thee to a feral hog?
thou art less surly and less obstinate
thou art less surly and less obstinate
my mentions are so legitimately good right now
