Alternative solution

1.
It was spring
And it was hot
Beasts like people soon got caught
By a severe
Flesh desire
Who escaped it's ugly liar.
2.
Mr Swine (then in his prime)
Wrothe around in pleas and cry
Hoping once, and no more time,
Raise attention of Mrs Swine.
But She'd rather bite her knees
Than agree to give a kiss
To the man resembling waste
She'd been married for twelve years.
Little piglets run around
Whole in mud; although if found
Trusted way to cast out mud
From her life, she barely would.
Wondering what's the problem though
(He's so curvy and secure
There's more love in folds than harm
Why could not she lay down arms?)
He decided to overcome
On his own their troubled time.
First, he needed to activise
His profiles on dating sites.
Then, he had to activise
Some mysterious inner voice
That made him look into mirror
(And meanwhile — who's living near)
And conclude he needs some change
To increase views on his page.
So he combed his last two hairs
To succeed in heart affairs.
Took a shower to hide stench
First time since he'd been engaged.
Finally, he put on suit
And perfumed himself a bit,
Looked again into the mirror
To make sure his look's superior
And he now had every chance
To enslave girls with love chains.
3.
Mr Swine
For love all set
Rendezvoused with ease
Very first young bitch he met
Hoping she would please.
Every spring
When it was hot,
Over far decades
He got used of doing things
His wife would never praise.
But you knew from very start
Man was never meant
To relish the wretched sight
Of his wife's torment.
4.
Fate would be at least unjust
If left her soul and body rust
In days of yearn, in mire and dust
Left echoes of her pale past.
5.
So after an amorous fling
When put on back his wedding ring
And put on slice of fat on back
He noticed some unclear ache.
An itchiness that spread along
His ribs and legs, was hurting strong.
He gazed at source of growing dread —
"Oops!" Was the only thing she said.