She was wearing black on 24th street

She was walking east to west and passed me by

The weather was sunshine with a breeze

She caught my eye

It must have been her German strut

I regretted not approaching

Not speaking

But

I saw her again

When I was having a drink later on with a friend

There she was

And so, I went up to her

Unannounced

I complimented her

And little did I know

That this exquisite beauty

Was cutting up pigs and piglets

And taking them apart

And sewing them back together

Like a German butcher

With a little piggy genocide happening in her basement

It was so sexy hot!

© 2012 David Greg Harth

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