An Ode to Swine

To thee who lords o’er a fine estate,

sets the camwhores’ knees a-quivering,

the greatest giver of all Flamebate,

and famed for his grand delivering.

A king of a man!

Who is famed ‘cross the land!

And all who see him adore him.

What lo, his great fortunes are given,

to all with no hate or false pbumion,

to people with him now are smitten,

his grace is the grandest of fashions!

Brownie points rain down!

And Swine takes up his crown!

High Lord of the land of Flamebate.

Can you feel the love filling the air?

Of those who have felt his attentions?

All feeling so very debonair,

knowing of his gracious intentions.

How wondrous is Swine!

Thinking we are so fine!

To be given his consideration.

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