She cried out, seeing the cleaned swine,
In the senate of ambitious ball,
The muddy guy, with no shy,
Has ever polluted her sacred hall!
While her 16th adolescence,
With no other capital needed a stay,
She mate by fate a swine gay.
His three score father, had no bother,
As the teen hens his farm needs,
The anxious statesman and the fans,
Must have a pleasure feed.
She cried out with no disgust,
As all swines are so,
Suited, booted, elated they may be,
A boggy saggy bath they go!
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