Porkopolis

Swineherd

• When all this is over, said the swineherd,
• I mean to retire, where
• Nobody will have heard about my special skills
• And conversation is mainly about the weather.
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• I intend to learn how to make coffee, as least as well
• As the Portuguese lay–sister in the kitchen
• And polish the brass fenders every day.
• I want to lie awake at night
• Listening to cream crawling to the top of the jug
• And the water lying soft in the cistern.
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• I want to see an orchard where the trees grow in straight lines
• And the yellow fox finds shelter between the navy–blue trunks,
• Where it gets dark early in summer
• And the apple–blossom is allowed to wither on the bough.