Facing a Pig Faced Warrior
She was reluctant to take on a pig-faced warrior that day.
Had heard they are vicious, and they do not dally or play.
The sow said, “come on!” in the most arrogant maniacal way.
She turned tail and ran toward the outskirts that day.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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