Places Without Swine Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Who now would move to Arizona,
or California at that
we shall not talk about corona
or corazon to take to bed.
We have, on trusted information
learned that a swine has shed its piss
we've got her name, it's no sensation,
we sent her North to old Fort Bliss.
She stank so badly, we had to spray
it was a family disease
and when she left they all did pray
that she would not return to these
enlightened fields of human life
where misfits were not taken in