Art, Culture, Poem, poems, poetry, Satire, satirical poetry

‘The Wife of the Pig-Butcher ‘

She is a man’s best friend

taken out of the master’s rib

chirping bird

of catholic church

oh, that’s fine, as long as she doesn’t call me

can’t stand her village voice

it’s really low but she tries to make it high and sweet what sounds like cacophony

when He comes

the meateater

the wisest pig-butcher in the village

and she bows

good, he provided her with the opportunity to have a ‘woman’ in the house

like a cow gives milk and chicken gives eggs

so is a woman to wash and clean

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