Swine Time

Swine Time short poem

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There once was a pink pig named Horton
Who decided it was time to go courtin’
He surveyed the pen, and picked a sweetie named Gwen
Snorted Horton let the mating begin
Horton bellied on up to his quarry
Twixt the mud and slime and his worry
He nudged with a grin, told her all ‘bout his whim
And said Gwen, “When?” Then went back to her slurry
He nuzzled and chided, told her jokes and fed by her
But Gwen paid no attention to young Horton’s offer
He would not eat her food, and that should have brightened her mood
But Horton soon realized she was only a trougher
She’ll never be a mater, only cares for old tater’
Eggshells, garbage, food scraps, and the kind
So Horton moved on away, with swagger and sway
And Gwen found love at the trough without offers

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"Let every word tell; Make every word count!" Those words were spoken by Ed Fike, editor of editorial page of the San Diego union newspaper in 1981, when I took his night school journalism course at San Diego City College. Mr. Fike had a profound influence on the way I approach writing. I believe he had a profound influence on everyone he met. Anyway, I did not pursue a career in journalism, but instead became a tradesman, earning my living with my hands. Writing is my hobby and pastime.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

I like Horton, he is kinda cool, especially his swagger.. is he any relation to the coffee guy Tim.


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