Isabella’s sow

Isabella’s Sow

Lust

Isabella, a big lusty girl

Lived in an old linen mill

It was a busy abode

Favours ebbed and flowed

As visitors got a thrill up the hill

Greed

Now, Isabella she kept a sow

Its avarice taste were renowned

It swilled down the gin

Took part in the sin

A real crowd pleaser it was found

Pride

The busty maid enjoyed the games

Her sow gained world wide fame

She puffed out her breasts

Updating his bacony smile

Her aim? Facebook and UTube Fame

Envy

Locals twittered and mocked and sat in the pub

Tempting their sows with whiskey and grub

Business at the bacon factory was brisk

Isabella’s sow was living in bliss

She was pampered and powdered and rolling in hugs

Sloth

Bone idle now Isabella and her fat sow

Wiped the sweat from their brows

Hard work wasn’t easy

For a pair grown lazy

Mistress and sow sin weary now

Wrath

In Sunday Dress She Beat her Breast

Praying loudly for forgiveness

Preacher bangs the pulpit hard

“Repent, repent your sins my child.” She smiled

Into the preacher wild demented eyes

Covetness

Preacher came at his usual time

Accompanied by the village minds

The sow snorted in deep despair

Writher in pain as the laid her bare

Sin money finds Isabella’s crime