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A Vietnamese Pot-bellied Pig by redskelf

By: redskelf

Page 1, What can I say? I don\'t have a pot-bellied pig or a husband.

My husband bought Fred for my birthday

A Vietnamese pot-bellied pig

He assured me the pig man had told him

That it wouldn’t grow up to be big

Well, either the pig man was lying

Or I fed it on something too rich

For it grew to the size of a bison

And walking a bison’s a bitch

The difficult thing was I loved him

Wrinkly skin, pot belly and all

So I could hardly ask if he’d kept the receipt

That promised the pig would stay small

It started to come in between us

Kept pushing him out of our bed

So finally my husband implored me

To choose; so of course I chose Fred

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