A Sonnet to Lionpig

We both knew that you were lying

in perfect bliss of truest love.

Love that bound us, love undying,

fitting like a velvet glove.

All you fibs are wildly porcine,

persistently you mendicate.

Reclining in a way so feline,

wishing now to procreate.

Skulking in our sty so private,

hatchway blocked against the world.

Building up a steamy climate,

ever more untruths unfurled.

Together in eternal falsehood,

Lionpig, we love as all would.

◄ A Right Charlie

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Philip Golding

Sun 13th Jan 2008 13:21

there is a greatflow to this poem which i enjoyed immencly. There areso many linesd here that stick ouy, bu tmy favorate is
All you fibs are wildly porcine.

great stuff

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Zuzanna Musial

Fri 11th Jan 2008 00:08

This reminds of the Chinese Astrology of the computability signs. Lion-Pig will be very compatible in that sense.

Great write...Zuzanna

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