Piggly Wigglies on Demand

My mother saw, on "Oprah",
a piece about a drive-thru porcine sperm-bank.
She told me all about it.
Piggly wigglies on demand
in Iowa.

Seems an enterprising couple runs
this studly venture.
Ronny minds the till, while
Sukie keeps her boys all primed and randy
for the carpet-covered saw-horse
in a room she calls hog heaven.

Oscar is her best producer
and her favorite hog.
He squirms and wiggles
in his piglet-pumping lust
to jump the wooden bones
of Sukie's woolly love-sow.

Ronny hands a complementary baster
and a little how-to book to the farmer in a rusty Ford.
"You've got to keep her hind legs still.
That spooky Cookie kicked Bill Smith real good
between the legs."

Sukie pats old Oscar on his pie-bald rump
and waves good-bye.

Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com

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