So, I guess that makes me the Upreme Udge then, doesn't it? ;-)

And as such, I hereby award Bardford TWO Silver B.L.O.B.s for:

And I smell by your campfire you've something to roast
Did you cause the mad pig to give up the ghost?
I hope your wound heals quickly and that it heals clean
There is nothing so horrid as bacillus porcine.

AND

The sun shines no more on the pigs here in France.
They've sniffed their last truffle, they've danced their last dance
No sanglachons wild the land will allow
No rampaging swine, no boars or sows now.

My, my, my!! I just can't get over the talent at this barbeque stand! I just wish I could wrap my head around English at the moment long enough to write something -- I've been working on a short story and a new song in Irish and I'm feeling a bit befuddled at the moment.

-- Áine