Percy the pig was walking down the road one day
When all of a sudden the local butcher jumped down from a lamppost
And butchered him, and converted him into a string of sausages.
He sold these sausages to the townsfolk (tuppence ha’penny each)
Who ate them, digested them, and shat them into the sewer network.
This is what happened to Percy the pig.
I rarely smile at a poem.
Then I have succeeded 
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