The Pig That Said Onk

I knew a pig that loved to wallow inside the swamp's Northeastern hollow. The pig had legs and grunted 'onk' and all the beasts did like the donk. But there was something pretty bleak about the sow, she sure did reek. When all the Longhorns left in fright and flies were dying in the night, it was the time that God's own nose detected all the fumes that rose. He sent his lightning strike to earth and death was followed by a birth. A rose was born and pleased the masses and gone was evil and her gasses. It often happens that a cell becomes aberrant and unwell. And soon the organs fall apart kaputt is now the applecart. How sad that those who emanate the odours of a rotten state cannot themselves smell their own stench I shall not say the word in French.