This Little Piggy Had Relish

This little piggy had a fetish.

This little piggy couldn't quit.

This little piggy used a baste,

And this one saw when pigs fly.

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I like my crow with relish.

I use a lot of it.

To rid the bitter aftertaste

Of humble pie.

I let my foot embellish.

Every last toe of it.

To stop the tell-all two-face

When the gaffes of piggies apply.

I take it all back to burnish

Every little bit,

But tasty mouthfuls said in haste

Sour dyspeptic to re-imbibe.