I picture them pink with white wings
When pigs fly
I picture them
Pink with white wings
They are soft and cuddly
I never picture the real pigs
The black and white ones with the harsh hair
Mud and manure on their snout and hooves
I visualize them pretty, pink, round like cupids
They are not large either.
They are compact, symmetrical, Rubenesque
Are they wearing clothes?
I will have to go to sleep and let you know later.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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