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From GFOP Joe Thesing, a photo that makes us realize that children are the future:My 12 year old WAR PIG preparing for his Sunday Futbol match, just in case he scores. And from GFOP Jeff Bozeman, an epic ballad named “The Warpig’s Lament.”



The Warpig’s Lament


Along the muddied trench,
Among the injured and the dead,
The Warpig trots.

The sky above shudders and splits.
The Enemy’s artillery does its worst,
But the Warpig does not cower.

Fresh from battle, his chops are
Torn and bloody. His eyes hold the sting of
That hazardous mustard vapour and
Every snort yields a new manner of pain.
Yet these injuries are dull and distant,
Like flames seen through a fog,

For the Warpig is home.
His beloved by his flank, the little ones
Squealing at his hooves.
There is fresh slop in the tough, and
Cool mud covers the sty floor.
Here he is simply - pig.

The air cracks and a great red fire fills his vision.
He is whole, but dislodged from sweet memory.

The Warpig speaks, to no one:
“Bella, horrida bella.”

From GFOP Joe Thesing, a photo that makes us realize that children are the future:
My 12 year old WAR PIG preparing for his Sunday Futbol match, just in case he scores. 

And from GFOP Jeff Bozeman, an epic ballad named “The Warpig’s Lament.”

The Warpig’s Lament

Along the muddied trench,
Among the injured and the dead,
The Warpig trots.

The sky above shudders and splits.
The Enemy’s artillery does its worst,
But the Warpig does not cower.

Fresh from battle, his chops are
Torn and bloody. His eyes hold the sting of
That hazardous mustard vapour and
Every snort yields a new manner of pain.
Yet these injuries are dull and distant,
Like flames seen through a fog,

For the Warpig is home.
His beloved by his flank, the little ones
Squealing at his hooves.
There is fresh slop in the tough, and
Cool mud covers the sty floor.
Here he is simply - pig.

The air cracks and a great red fire fills his vision.
He is whole, but dislodged from sweet memory.

The Warpig speaks, to no one:
“Bella, horrida bella.”
Sent from GFOP Ernest Kulhanek. 
He writes: Positive’s “Courage” message is being spread via an Oral Communications course at Delaware Technical and Community College in Dover, DE. I have not yet had a student end their speech in this way, however it is just a matter of time before my endless encouragement bears fruit.

Sent from GFOP Ernest Kulhanek.


He writes: Positive’s “Courage” message is being spread via an Oral Communications course at Delaware Technical and Community College in Dover, DE. I have not yet had a student end their speech in this way, however it is just a matter of time before my endless encouragement bears fruit.

The breathtaking winner of our Pukka Pies America’s Next Top Pie Baker is this entry by premed student and GFOP Julia Fu, which frankly belongs in The Smithsonian. Blending three of our favorite things, Blazer Pie Crusts, Ravens and poetry (see below), Julia is a worthy winner of a blazer patch and a dozen Pukka Pies…

Julia Fu’s Pie Poem
Sing a song of two pence
Chucked at Rio’s eye
A soccer-loving raven
Baked in a pie.

Sent in from the weekend
To cheer a wayward shass
And double fisted wanker signs
From corner crowds with class.

More winning entries coming soon.