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Thursday, December 14, 2006
Gut of a Bloated Swine
I was reading a student essay the other day about poetry on the internet and came across the following sample, from a poetry site called Aha! (supply Alan Partridge joke here). It's about childbirth, apparently:
Partitioning your legs in fever, Like the gut of a bloated swine, But your chops has [sic] breathing machinery in it, Not a cherry red apple, And you are not basted in apple sauce, But the sweat of your pores.