Oh pig whose snout I shall so much adore!
Whose snort is melodic and like a song
Your curly tail is striking for a boar,
And that mess of yours I do not find wrong.
Although, I start to find you not so kind
In fact that mess is really quite filthy
How could I have been so very blind?
You shall not receive any sympathy.
Oh please! You must in fact change your bad ways.
I realize now that you are not the same.
What has happened in these lasting few days?
I hate to complain and give you the blame…
But, something that was once reality
Has slipped into a falling of morality.