The Dirty Pigs Pit - Poem by James Urwin
In the dirty Pigs pit,
is where.. alone the Pig does now sit.
All because of another Sow...
He ask`s...So who does the dishes now?
What about my washing, ironing...you know that I dont have the know how.
Come on baby...you know you do it so well,
dam it...without you, my place is even starting to smell.
You used to make this place so nice,
now with all this trash around...I think I have mice.
I liked your food and ways that you spoilt me,
you were like a maid... but... free.
I want to get my life back on track,
I love you Baby......this Pig needs you back.
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