a contest!

In honour of having slaughtered a wild pig with my car this past Saturday night about 30km away from the border post dividing South Africa from Botswana, I invite you to exercise your poetic wits and celebrate this tremendous occasion in rhyme.

For example:

Come here, come here, myopic pig,
I'll smack you good with my big rig.

What's more, I invite you to submit your rhymes in the language of your choice (or the language of your field site for ye anthropology types).

To wit:

Приди, приди, глупая свинья, (Pridi, pridi, glupaya svin'ya)
Ударит тебя моя машина! (Udarit tebya moya mashina!)

(trans.: Come, come, stupid/silly pig / My car will strike you!)

Or:

Tla kwano, tla kwano, kolobe,
Ke tlaa go bolaya ka koloi ya me!

(trans.: Come here, come here, pig / I will kill you with my car!)

While it would be most appropriate to reward the best poem with some tasty wild pork -- both SA and Botswana police and customs officials kept asking me where the meat was -- I'm afraid that I'll have to come up with something else.

N.B.: Killing animals that are property can be very expensive: cows are not cheap to replace, even if you survive hitting them, and the fault lies with the motorist for hitting the cow, not with the cow for being dumb enough to walk into oncoming traffic. But according to a friend, in Botswana, when you kill even a wild animal, you have to pay damages to the government! I am very glad that my pig, however damaging to my car, was at least South African...