There is a blue pig
outside my window,
calling to be let in. . .
I ignore him
and drink a cup
of green tea.
Pitiful oinking
comes from his
blue lips. . .
His piggy feet
tap the glass as he
looks sadly in. . .
"I'm a blue pig, Wolfie,
and the pink pigs won't
play with me...
can you spend some
time and play?
"Come on in", I tell him,
and I will tickle you pink.

Love, lane

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