Mrs Pig

Posted on November 10, 2022 by Rex Tyler

Sweat like a pig
A familiar dig
At the sow in the crate
Imagine her fate
She hasn’t any sweat glands
She needs to stay cool
Not be made to lay still
In a barn against her will
And imply she is dirty
All pigs are clean
They go for the mud
It’s their in built hygiene

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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