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cable

Ode to Fred the pig : Requiescat in Porcum

While mowing the grass I was contemplating the sad end of Fred, the gigantic domestic porker, and composed this tribute:
 


Here lies the pig named Fred
An eleven year old filled him with lead
Those four days of freedom must have been nifty
Then he caught eight shots from a big .50



Perhaps Reverend Taylor could compose an appropriate hamily...er,uhh, I mean homily..... or is it hominy [with grits].


cable

Scott
There once was a pig named Fred
Now that fat porker is dead
Eight shots from a .50
The kid thought was nifty
Now the hogs served with eggs toast and Bread

Scooter

Hiram - the pig poet


Here lies Fred At least what's not eaten
It took 8 slugs before he was beaten
Raised on yams and TLC
He quickly became quite large you see
He had a new home with space to roam
And enjoyed the fresh air and breeze
A kid with a mission,
instead of fishin'
Decided some sausage to freeze
8 slugs and a chase
A porcine race
Across the bottom they ran
At the end what gave out
Was not his snout
But Freddy's extra big hams

Hiram

Scott

Shake shake goes the grain bucket,
Bang bang goes the gun,
OH S**T,
Bad hit,
Now the pigs on the run....


Scootter

 

Hobie (red faced)

I can't believe I wrote this but hey, I read the other stuff ...



Fred is dead
I know it's been said
He bled
Felt dread
Now he's pulled
with sauce on bread.

Hobie

 

Paul

Fred, a hog supreme
Young boy, hunting with his dad
Eight rounds, Fred is dead

Paul

 


Paul

From safe barnyard life
To wild living for four days
Monster Pig Dot Com


Paul


Paul

There once was a hog on the lam.
His only thought, "Fred I am".
A young boy with a gun
Put a stop to Fred’s fun
Then turned him into sausage and ham.

Paul

Paul

And one for Jamison

There was a boy named Jamison
Who thought to hunt a hog would be some fun.
With a Smith and Wesson he went
8 rounds he spent
Now he's a somewhat famous son.

Paul

AaronB

My Feeble Attempt at Porketry

Though he wasn’t a pig on the wing,
Fred made eight pistol shots ring.
The fellow that shot ‘im
Was glad that he got ‘im
He said “I never sausage a thing!”


-AaronB



 

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