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Hey guys. I noticed this thread and got so excited that I wrote a poem! Tell me what you think. "The Hog" The weak prince was mauled by a hog. The prince had skin so translucent under the sun that you could see his fear when the hog charged him in the glade, its tusks flailing east and west. When the hog was slaughtered shortly after and brought before the queen’s rapacious eye, she demanded it be placed beside her son at his wake, and thoroughly feasted upon. So the clergy all came, and the commonfolk too, and they stoically swallowed the meat, which was much, much too tough and lacking spice, although the king said he detected a tinge of—wouldn’t it be awful—royal blood.
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