now pertaining to poems and prose;
perchance we politely persuade,
with this penance that I propose,
in the poetry pig stockade.
condemn, commit and curse for life,
until their penance has been paid;
awful verse that cuts like a knife,
in the poetry pig stockade.
for poets offending our nose,
a punishment must be conveyed,
pedantically punishing prose.
in the poetry pig stockade.
now Polly the Poetry Pig
has pondered our prison blockade,
she’ll make them gulp poems with a swig,
in the poetry pig stockade.
the poor poet’s price will be paid;
no longer will we be afraid,
with our poetry fears allayed,
in the poetry pig stockade.
Silver trophy winner
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when your background popped up.
