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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Many people may eat ham but a few hams may eat many people.

Submitted: September 09, 2016

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Submitted: September 09, 2016




If ever, a myriameter north of the old town you travel,

You are bound-come upon a mysterious farm

With an enigma to unravel.


There, it is said lived, two baby hams

Reared by a shadowy man

Who bought them for, silver - worth 20 drams.

-This he'd saved in a can.


Now he fed them by bushel

Until each weighed near one quintal

When they ate old Roger Cushel

Whilst he was drunk by old ale.


Now the owner upon a mare,

Thenst is it said,

Fled his land of three hectare

Just only to lose his head.


Legend will tell of how their three offspring

Made a feast of the town and

Tookst a horse as their king


What caused such behavior,

Asked I?

That such animal should eat my neighbor

Causing his chil'ren to cry?


Well, there didst pigs stay

Eating human pie

Until on the very 1st of May

Lack of water caust one old pork to die.


But, of course, tist only a tale,

Yet how else came about,

This saying of Yale,

A ghost town may form by pig, then by drought.

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