Shepherd

There once was a poet named Shepherd, he had spots like the African Leopard. once a year he partakes of two huge Kobi Steaks and he likes them well-salted and peppered. As an aid to help with the digestion he has followed for years a suggestion of an aunt who preferred her tomato juice stirred there was potency in it, no question. Rumour has it they brewed their own grog, some would call it the hair of the hog, and the proof is he bites just as well as he writes and of life's every year keeps a log.