Pink pigs played peppy and peaceful in Paradise.
Prideful and prestigious was their pen,
Prettily pounded with providence plenty provided.
Privileged pigs paraded pretentiously, protecting prized possessions and pleasantries.
Prudent pigs pootled purposefully pondering the passage of their permanence.
Promiscuous pigs plugged and pegged ***** pigs in picturesque pleasantness.
Piglets promising plumpness pranced piggish in the pasture, precociously,
Perky and pearly in prepubescent peachiness.

Pericles - Peerless paragon of Porky perfection-
was their principle proponent.
Pensive philosopher Pig!
Prominence and prestige palpable.

Pericles was percipient and practically prehistoric to his peers.
Preceedingly, Pericles had a premonition -
A premonition of pulverisation!
Predestined pogrom. Preordained.
Perhaps, Preventable?
Percicles pooled the pigs and pacing placidly,
Presented a panegyric.
Pronouncing with perspicacity, the plight of pigs -
Perfectly polished.

“Proud and prideful pigs of the pen!
Parents of piglets! Possessing no parallel!
Perhaps perplexed are pigs preempting Paradise to persist and prevail perennially.
Promptly - a plethora of pigs will be parted!
Peep not! Precious piggies.
The Progeny of us pigs will proclaim perpetually -
how those perfect pigs - parried and perished - politely parting their precious pork to the President of the Paddock.”

Paranoia pervaded…
Pericles, persisted in his preaching.

“Practical and pragmatic Pigs!
Privileged priceless pigs!
Preserved! Par-excellence!
Presently and permanently!”

Pericles was professional.
Preaching and pontificating with pertinent persuasion to the pigs presiding.
Paladin of pigs! Pre-eminence palatable.

Par-contre, Pericles had previously pledged a pact.
A Partnership!
To the President of the Paddock!
Particularly poignant and penetrative was the pact.
Pericles’ proposed to persuade the pigs to perdition,
Provided his own persistence and preservation - Promised.

Pericles’ panegyric proclaimed preposterous prevarications.

“Pigs, punished and persecuted, placed peerless and pardoned. Pure and pious!”
Pericles polluted their purity.

“Profound public punishment is no petty pitfall.
Professional pigs prevail!”
Pericles prated piffle to pliant pigs - Porky pies!

Parvenu! Plotter!
Peacemaker perverse!
Passionate performer of parody!

“Please pardon us Pigs!” - pining piggies prattled,
Pleading for preservation.
Peckish and parched was the pathetic profusion.
Pericles preached positivity - placated the pigs - pacified them with poison pellets and popsicles provided to piglets,
Pridelessly Pericles paraded a phalanx of piggies to the pernicious parlour of pain…

Pericles - Persuader of pigs!
Pestilent partaker!

Pericles’ ploy, premeditated - perpetrated!
Perniciousness proliferated

Piggies panted in perturbation.
Paranoid pigs posted prayers pitifully.
Precipitously, permanence was punctuated!
Pugnacious pigs parried pathetically as
Pincers pried and pulled at petrified pigs.
Porky palpitations pounded pervasively.
Pink pigs parted painfully -
Pulverised and pounded into paste - Puréed
Pricked and prodded - Purity pooled-out
Pressed and peeled. Pain prolific in proportion
Poor piggies. Pensive and polite.
Plundered.

“Phew!”, Pericles panted, post pogrom.
Pert Pervader! Peeking and peering,
Preserved and persistent!

Promise provided.

Prodigious profusion of piggies, piled, perished and perilous, peppered the parlour, in porky patterns of a putrid ******* painting.

Pericles - paranoid parasite - persevered!
Plegmatic and pallid in persistence.

Pericles peeped in posthumous pathos as the perishable perkiness of his peers was powerlessly pounded, passively processed, procured and preserved.

Pitiless! The proud prankster perked up.
Pericles went prancing and pealing about the parlour in peak performance - Perfumed Pig!

Products produced for pecuniary profit profligate.
Pericles’ portion partitioned!
Plenty of pork provided. Production prolific.
Pink pigs packaged.
Peaceful in Pork.

Can I stow away
in the depths of your heart?
Hidden in the shadows,
I'll stay out of sight;
then slip past the guards
in the dead of the night.
I'll be that stranger
stood at the bar—
pinstripe suit,
buttonhole, tie.

A knowing look,
our secret code.
The wink of an eye,
our signal to go.
Exit by a side door
into the night,
a shadowy figure
beneath a single street light.
A scribbled message,
in a telephone box—
L is for Love,
P is for Pay.
The babysitter, she's asking—
she’s done for the day.

In shadows deep, where whispers tread,
A journey winds, where dreams have fled.
Through valleys low and mountains high,
We search for answers in the sky.

Each tear that falls like rain-laden grace,
Reflects the fears we dare not face.
Yet in this storm, a lesson clear—
Sometimes the path is to persevere.

With every heartbeat, echoes speak,
Of friends we've lost and those who seek.
In moments dark where hatred stirs,
Act of kindness often blurs.

The weight of sorrow can bend the spine,
Yet strength emerges when hearts align.
In every struggle life bestows,
Resilience blooms where compassion grows.

For beneath the clouds that drape our days,
Are rays of hope that pierce the haze.
Memories linger like ghosts so dear,
They teach us what it means to fear.

There’s beauty found in life’s cruel twist,
An appreciation for moments missed.
Each disappointment builds our tale,
A chance to rise each time we fail.

Independence calls amidst despair,
And darkness fades with the light we share.
New beginnings arise from ashes old—
Life's lessons wrapped in stories told.

With courage stitched into our seams,
We navigate through shattered dreams.
Out of confusion springs clarity bright—
As stars emerge from the cloak of night.

So let it be—the winds may howl,
Let kindness echo; hear the growl
Of uncertainty worn on tired sleeves—
In every breath lies what we believe.

Though health may falter and spirits ache,
Hope remains steadfast; it won’t break.
Together we stand through all adversity—
For in shared burden lies unity’s key.

Embrace each moment with utmost grace;
Navigating life's ever-changing face;
For every loss brings forth a seed—
Of friendship sown in wondrous deed.

So here we sit beneath the trees’ sway—
Through laughter and pain along our stay;
In gratitude find solace in lack—
Let it be our anthem as we backtrack.

Like rivers winding toward distant seas—
Every heartbreak becomes a breeze;
An inspiration drawn from what's done—
We learn to let go while seeking the sun.

Let it be—a mantra soft yet strong;
In life’s grand symphony—a poignant song;
So when you stumble or feel undone—
Embrace what is and know you're not alone.

Fur of bat
toad-like grin
eyes of lazy gold
green in sin

Sitting on the edge of forever
croaking sweet lullabies
a tendril tongue spanning galaxies
devouring worlds like tiny flies

A slothful gluttony so boundless
a privilege to slip down his amphibian throat
let's spend eternity inside him
together churning, wailing, floating in the acid moat