{"id":51864,"date":"2019-06-22T18:33:49","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:33:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=51864"},"modified":"2019-06-22T18:33:49","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:33:49","slug":"hogs-hogs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/hogs-hogs\/","title":{"rendered":"Hogs?  HOGS!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Nature didn&#8217;t make&#8217;em pretty,<br \/>\nwith mottled fur and sneering snouts.<br \/>\nNature didn&#8217;t give&#8217;em lovely noises,<br \/>\nall snarls, and squeals, and grunts.<br \/>\nBut she knows her job and so,<br \/>\nShe made them tough as nuts.<\/p>\n<p>With beady eyes and floppy ears,<br \/>\nthey lurk in sounders in the brush.<br \/>\nWhen hunger overtakes them,<br \/>\nThey move on my chickens in a rush.<br \/>\nBut this is our farm, and in Texas,<br \/>\nwhen shove comes to push.<br \/>\nSo of course we have a shotgun,<br \/>\nwith such insolence to crush.<\/p>\n<p>My wife strode out with robe and gun,<br \/>\nBecause she&#8217;s a better shot.<br \/>\nLeveled her barrel, pulled the trigger,<br \/>\nAnd down the biggest boar was brought.<br \/>\nIt thrashed and stilled and out of it spilled<br \/>\nA heaping pile of hog-snot.<\/p>\n<p>Now my youngest child pleads and grabs my hand<br \/>\nDaddy don&#8217;t let hogs get me, please.<br \/>\nNo, baby, never fear hogs on mommy&#8217;s land.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nature didn&#8217;t make&#8217;em pretty, with mottled fur and sneering snouts. Nature didn&#8217;t give&#8217;em lovely noises, all snarls, and squeals, and grunts. But she knows her job and so, She made them tough as nuts. With beady eyes and floppy ears, they lurk in sounders in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1262,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-51864","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51864","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1262"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=51864"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51864\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52343,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51864\/revisions\/52343"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51864"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51864"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51864"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}