Can I Please Dine With You
It was one of those spring days where everything was fine.
The ducks were laying, and the geese were flying in a v-line.
The sun was so beautiful, she outshone her own shine.
A faerie strutted by with a dandelion I thought was mine.
I am off to make some of the tastiest yellow and blue wine.
I asked if I could meet her in the next meadow to dine.
She climbed up the prettiest most decorative light blue vine.
No, she told me, because I am giving all my food to the swine.
But wait! I hollered after her. What about the whine?
The pigs get to decide, she told me. They will give me a sign.
I ran ahead and asked them to please say I was kind to swine.
They laughed and said “we don’t know you. Please don’t whine.”
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