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Pig Poem

Good morning people. Day two of school is over and so day three begins thus. Yesterday the Colonel introduced me to another junior. This junior is apparently the guy to go to if I need something to get done. (Let's just stick that in our back pocket and create a team, ja?) More than ever I feel like I am combing through the place to find and carefully select my teammates for the inevitable game. So far I have my neighbor, she shares my religion. My history friend, she builds trucks. Get-er-done, He gets it done. I also have a girl in journalism, she is really sweet. IDK what her superpower is yet. IDK mine either. Anyway, today I meet with the leader of the cheer group. (Got a pep squad girl in my back pocket to show me where the dance studio is.) Wish me luck (preferably good luck).
Let's talk about pigs. Okay the only site I can get actual information on right now is Wikipedia so it's probably not true.
Bleh I don't want to read all that right now. Let's write a poem about a pig. Right here, right now.
Okay umm...


You are cute, you are sweet.
Your bro was so good to eat.
As you are fourth smartest in the world,
I'll have to work hard so you don't get bored
And eat my living room!
They told me that you were a mini pig,
But look! Now you've grown so big!
Oh dear! Like 60 pounds,
I don't have that much space in my house.
So it looks as though we must move,
For I could never say goodbye to beloved you.
My sweet, darling pig that I raised from youth.
Off we go. A new house, a new life.
And thus we have avoided the strife
Of explaining the hoof that went through the floor,
When you jumped from my bed on your way to the door.


Now we need a cute picture of a pig. These guys brings home the bacon. 😉😉
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