How Bout a Poem?
How about a poem today ..
I never met a pig I didn't think was fine.
Bacon, ham, chops,They are all divine.
But when I see one face to face,my appetite becomes disgraced.
Their face so pretty,their tails so curly,Their ears are so cute,my emotions dispute.
My love for pork,and I almost drop my my fork.
So I must forget their face so sublime, and think of bacon, so divine.
Come on into Dirt Road. We don't have bacon, but we have other divine stuff.