Today's guest content is a villanelle by weblit author Capriox Bovidae. -- Gabriel

Oh how we love all things porcine,
Especially their light white meat.
In fact they just might be divine.

For their ribs in sauce we’ll stand in line.
Thoroughly pickled, we’ll even try their feet.
We can’t but help loving things porcine.

For haute cuisine, young suckling swine,
Can anything else taste so sweet?
Roasted, it could well be divine.

But we thank them for more than just pork rinds,
When their skins are used by the football elite.
Oh how we love all things porcine.

For their bristles too, and pets quite fine
And smart as dogs, yes pigs are neat!
You might even say they are divine.

And being hairless except along the spine,
They think getting scratched is quite a treat.
Yes, how we love all things porcine.
They are, in fact, in truth, divine.