POETRY-IN-MOTION — A COLLABORATIVE LIMERICK
Placing Pigs on Pedestals
The plight of old Phoenix

Attention devotees of swine, Especially the pink flying kind. You think they are special, Like angels — celestial, But I like them soaking in brine!
No shame! — Angel piggie, I’m here, I’ll save you — no tears will you fear. Stars flame as my witness, Raine’s sow-brine, her sickness, Turned wine, she’s forgiven, let’s cheer!
My Queen, Jay, you don’t understand, Sow’s motive is quite underhand. The shape of his feet Is evil, not sweet — Ascended from searing hot land!
That’s enough, my Lady of Yore! Stop squealing your blasting ‘grunt’ noise, For five hundred years, Roasting old Phoenee’s ears, Combusting his pending reborn.
You think that the devil wears Prada? You’re wrong, Jaylee, that is nada! He dons no red flesh, Prefers white the best, That porker belongs in my larder!
Your stomach’s been grumbling a passion for Vegan since mead was in fashion. Come back to the land, Where tin-spam is banned, And honey’s a brew of compassion.
Meat in a tin — dear Yang to my Yin, Will always be viewed as a sin! Why don’t you come over, Eat tofu in clover — In no time at all, I’ll be thin!
His cuddles and oink spark divine Denial on your plate as you dine, His little snout kisses, You wipe love with tissues, While I toss a salad, you’se whine!

Wine and friends are a great blend! — Ernest Hemingway
Oh my, Raine, will you stop trying to pull a porker of a slider with your photo? Indeed, this is true of this Reign verses Raine duo! We have been the greatest of friends spinning a distant yarn together now, for what seems like forever and decided, Wow! Wouldn’t it be fun to start up a new joint?…[peace out, bra!]… okaay… publication that is!
Welcome Medium friends to this new smoking hot edition of Reign verses Raine🥂ღ!








