Standing downstairs hearing a knock on the door Trebor heard it as well, clearly audible through the floor Remaining downstairs as my friend greeted the guest The sound of its squeal, like a thump to the chest Are you Trebor so and so, snorted the pork on the porch As I mind cooked the pork, scorched and blow torched He answered in the affirmative, a satisfied look on the pork Let’s break out the champagne, let the pork pop the cork I’m investigating a crime; spat the pork in a suit Will you please answer my questions, do you think I look cute What would you like to know, said Trebor at the door All that you know, the pork needs to eat more Well the story goes like this, as the pork began to choke Yeah go on swallow it porky, you will fry for your poke Is that not what you expected, said Trebor to the pork As the pork looked forlorn, still holding its cork Would you make a statement, it’s urgent you see Not a problem said Trebor, when my diary is free Please call me at your convenience, snorted porky, please As Trebor closed the door, feebly stifling a wheeze We met each other on the stairs, and as I reached for my gun The pork on the porch, went off in the sun
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