The grumbling piglets of despair
search for mumble truffles everywhere
they scourer the forest with their snouts
this is to them, is what life's all about
Nosing through decaying leaves
underneath the oaken trees
snouts twitching saliva running
with their little stomachs rumbling
The farmer does not have a clue
that his piggies are on the loose
he's in the kitchen having soup
made from little piglets juice
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
The grumbling piglets of despair
search for mumble truffles everywhere
they scourer the forest with their snouts
this is to them, is what life's all about
Nosing through decaying leaves
underneath the oaken trees
snouts twitching saliva running
with their little stomachs rumbling
The farmer does not have a clue
that his piggies are on the loose
he's in the kitchen having soup
made from little piglets juice
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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