a princely warthog
He was a princely warthog with a keen healthy snout.
Females were smitten, and that is without a doubt.
He dressed in clothes that suited his station for sure.
I am saving myself he told them, for marriage, I am totally pure.
The females took this as a challenge and tried to entice.
They are doting and fawning he said, it is kind of nice.
But he was not interested, for he was a warthog with a mission.
He was going to be a priest, so there was not even kiss’n.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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