Don’t believe lies about pigs in muck;
today’s pig is not tomorrow’s bacon;
and don’t expect me to bring good luck.
I love to swim in a cool clear ocean
beneath azure skies and gentle cumuli;
most nights I’m tracking stars and planets –
I really don’t like to boast about it unduly –
I pride myself on my excellent habits
and I’m smart, with poetry in my blood.
All the same, on second thoughts, I can’t resist
the urge sometimes to bathe in mud.
Kim M. Russell, 1st April 2025

It’s Tuesday Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub with Melissa who has given us an April Fools challenge with a twist.
She says that most people around the world are familiar with April Fools being a day to play pranks and get up to mischief, and lying has its place in poetry and art, for which she has given us examples.
Melissa says that she came across a fascinating concept while preparing her prompt, in which a poet, Dmitri Reyes, “asserts that our poems should be made up of a ratio of 60% to 40% either way: truth and lies (fiction) / lies and truth.”
With this idea in mind, Melissa asks us to tell her lies in our poetry, using the 60/40 rule as a guide.
Here’s a reworked poem I originally wrote for Visual Verse in August 2019.
Are you a pig swimming in the ocean?🌊
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Possibly… Our internet connection could go off any time, which is why I linked up so early. It’s still on at the moment, and I’m going to try to read and comment on as many poems as I can.
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Kim, this is such a playful and unexpected piece!
~David
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Thanks so much, David.
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I was bitten by a pig once, in my youth & can’t even go near one even now, 6 and a half decades later. Every time My Beloved Sandra serves up a nice pork roast, I get my revenge.
Nice write, Sister. Thanks!
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thank you, Ron. That must have hurt – pigs don’t bite, they grind!
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Being smart I fear that they are like humans in one way… pigs first, that said, my bacon will be less apetizing now (and it’s not because of mud)
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I’m glad I’m a veggie.
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So fun! I’ve heard tell pigs are actually quite intelligent? When humans roll around in the muck (isn’t that happening right now with some politicians) it is disgraceful. When pigs roll around in the muck, they do it to cool off, and provide mud packs for their beauty! hmmm lies and truth here?
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Thank you, Lill. I’ve had enough political dirt and much prefer pigs.
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Haha! Delightful! Enjoyed it more than I should have…
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Smiles.
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nice one Kim
much♡love
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Thanks Gillena, and much love to you.
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I’ve spotted your truth – not Gloucester Old Spots but “smart, with poetry in my blood.”
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Thank you, Laura!
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We used to raise pigs and it is true…they are smart. When you want them to go one way, they go the other :)This was a porcine delight, Kim!
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Thank you, Lynn.
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Cute poem.
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Thanks Maria.
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😁😁😁
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This was so much fun. Love the first stanza and the unexpected ending. Perfect blending of truth and very vivid fiction!
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Thank you, Mish!
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I wasn’t expecting that…haha…always good to try something different. I can think of swine who like to whine a lot and lie.
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Me too!
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This reminded me of Orwell’s Animal Farm.
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agree with the others … this one was so much fun!
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The lies we tell ourselves to justify killing and eating these sentient mud-snorters! I wonder what lies pigs tell each other when they’re being rounded up.
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That last line made me chuckle! A delightful mix of truth and lies, Kim. Love it.
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Thank you, Punam.
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haha! That was great, Kim! Who doesn’t love a mud bath every now and then. 😉
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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I have a soft spot for piglets.
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I love the freedom this speaks to for me, a timely poem in terms of dealing with the world’s weight, that last line in particular.
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Cheers Paul.
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My pleasure Kim
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