A farm in Wales
\nThat truly pales
\nInto neglect and horror they
\nExtinguished the good
\nAnd so rarely should
\nHave created a life
\nA meaningless place
\nA senseless cell
\nFilth and disgrace
\nBedlam and a chaotic state
\nUnruly and lawless
\nTo contemplate
\nSuch ugly irregularity
\nEntangled and enmeshed
\nIn purgatory<\/p>\n
Their bellies drenched
\nIn their slurry they
\nPigs not conditioned to live this way
\nTheir dumps are normally
\nNot where they be
\nAnd to create such filth
\nAs a constancy<\/p>\n
Must have upset them
\nIn every way
\nSlack and careless
\nEvery day
\nTo house those animals
\nWho cannot sweat
\nWho are frantic and frenzied
\nJust to let<\/p>\n
Them suffer so
\nFlustered badly
\nA forgone conclusion
\nReally how sadly
\nEvery moment of every day
\nMust have felt like
\nJust to lay
\nIn their own discharge
\nThe stench would be
\nTerrible awful regrettably<\/p>\n
Your arrogance
\nYour crassness they
\nMust have suffered
\nAnd cried all day
\nThe fine you received
\n12,000 pounds
\nReally it was out of bounds<\/p>\n
How could you leave them
\nIn such a state
\nParlous as hell
\nLetting them wait
\nYour attitude your artfulness
\nYour ruddy perversion
\nThat gave them stress<\/p>\n
How you could do this
\nAnimals who
\nWere ending up dead
\nPrepared by you
\nFor the table of others
\nSuch wayward strife
\nYou had a choice
\nAnd you stole their life<\/p>\n
Such iniquity
\nPlague and pest
\nYou shamed yourselves
\nAnd shamed the rest
\nInjurious behaviour
\nIt all went wrong
\nAnd those creatures just did not belong<\/p>\n
The saddest ending
\nThe tragedy
\nOf watching your 27 pigs
\nAnd to see
\nThem ribs poking out
\nBloody sores
\nCrying in pain
\nAnd You knew the cause<\/p>\n
Poison and blight
\nA grossness too
\nWretched and grotty
\nThats what you do
\nCurse your wickedness
\nEvil one
\nMange and manky
\nWhat you have done<\/p>\n
A total failure
\nOf Duty of care
\nEverywhere squalor
\nAnd they forced to share
\nCovered in maggots
\nFly blown and ill
\nIn a septic environment
\nProbably till<\/p>\n
Their eyes just close
\nAnd They dare not see
\nThe things they were told
\nBuy those that be
\nThe run down nature
\nThe ugly stufF
\nEveryone there
\nHad seen enough<\/p>\n
Adrian alexanders
\nThe TYCROES<\/p>\n
The old stable yard
\nHEol Troew Bach
\nTycroes
\nWales<\/p>\n
\u00a3 12,000 pounds fine<\/p>\n
And one hopes justice will be done in your next incarnation<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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