Those piggy eyes
Have seen queer sighs
But the queerest they've ever seen

Was that night on the bay
At Rookthills Lay
When I bedded Pale Queen.

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...does this mean the animals, rocks and trees are telling stories again? Though they likely won't be as poetic as Melismata (Robert Service) Rookwood.

Lol id be worried about a pig on a bed telling me it has secrets... secrets i would not want to hear at all im guessing :S.... yes Voluptua but i believe you have to do the first 11 quest that deals with the donations before they will talk to you.

First eleven being the quest name btw :)

Oh yes maam theyre talking to us again

Given Bed Pig's history, it would probably be more appropriate to write a sordid poem about Pupusas, but I don't kow how to rhyme Pupusas with anything.

Why don't these pigs ever talk to ME? Sometimes I feel that they're just using me for sex.

I clearly don't have to state it, but i'm no poet:

the girl called Pupusas
so clearly produces
a gaze more disarming
than a room of Medusas

If YOUR pig has suffered abuses
At the hands of certain Pupusas
And then Carthago Creases
Fed it carob-ish pieces
Please don't ask what its bowels are as loose as.

I may be even less of a poet that Dr McFluffles!

lol, we should stick to (slightly modified) plagiarized work like Rookwood ☻