The peeping pig poked pen-in
Bright red eye thru the window
His eye believing what had been
A shadow dancing naked-so
Penning sin upon himself-
With no help but of oneself
While watching the figure dance alone
Urge rose to see the shadow’s face unknown
With no thought, he climbed right in-
Climbed without self-control
To see what might have not been
Was but a fish-in a fishbowl
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