As they sipped by the fire hearth,
pigs basted for Christmas.
Two of the crowd devils robes in sheeps litmus.
Four arms you will rest as pigs swill I detest
and the Anzac lives on across town, forget lest..
Who turned the tidal wave of your horror.
You cannot kill what cannot be killed.. why? 😂That’s for me to know and for you to eat swill…