Get Your Premium Membership

I Need a Pig For the St Pat Jig

For a St Patty’s day jig I need a pink pig. His dog was irritated. His name was Quig. I can dance a jig, just give me a swig. His master shook his head, off popped his wig. I need a jazzy curly-tailed dancer, he said to Quig. The only one good enough will have to be a pig. I can dance any way you want; I can do a jig! I can zag, I can sashay, I can slide, and I can zig His master took another swig of his cig. Your ideas are admirable, your loyalty is big. You go take the test for me tomorrow in trig. I will be finding a pig to dance the Irish jig.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Shattered Sighs