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Fat! As a kid Well I remember fat! I always thought I was fat because My brother called me “Pig!” Pigs are fat by nature So I thought “by nature” I am a pig At school I looked around the room Saw I was the only pig The rest were human Humans (I thought) are slender even skinny When extra milk was given out Teacher never selected me Pigs not being human should be left out so I thought Pigs should probably be penned In my mind I was surrounded by a white board fence my feet in mud When the class sang songs I snorted When I was 10 mother made me go to Sunday school The Sunday school teacher a very good kind religious sort of man told us about GREED How greed was a sin I read somewhere “Greedy as a pig” Being greedy is a sin according to the good kind religious man Well? GUILT set in I carried guilt around piggyback for years and YEARS! THEN In high school it finally dawned I wanted a girlfriend Pigs were out humans were in! I lost weight FIFTY pounds! Got me a steady girlfriend Then I found I really was a human What a LOUSY thing to be!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/26/2015 6:13:00 PM
Daver, Stopping by to enjoy this Favorite poem of mine. .... Always ~SKAT~
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Date: 12/1/2010 6:18:00 AM
looking at other peoples favorites i found this and liked it very much. John H Loving III
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Date: 11/30/2010 11:00:00 PM
speaking of my plump poem. . . hahaha
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Date: 4/11/2010 9:00:00 AM
(see below)couldn't write more. . . he needs his old looks to go with his new future, is what i wanted to say. I really liked this one. Is it one of the better ones you said I would have to see way down your list! Luv, Andrea
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Date: 4/11/2010 8:59:00 AM
GREAT ENDING. some very choice lines in this very enjoyable read, DAver!! The snorting line reminded me of my son. He claims he HAS to snort becuase it's somthing to do with the nasal passage, that he must clear it all the time. Always he sat on a chair snorting. Even today, and he somehow got thru law school. My son was always thin and now is fat. I sure hope he can be "human" again because he was so attractive to the ladies. He has a future now when economy improves. He needs his old look too!
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Date: 3/5/2010 6:50:00 PM
Surely you know this is my kind of poem. I give it a perfect 7, this is the best # anyway..You are right!!!! Being a human is no fun...But a pig well I have never been called one. Only a chicken . Your poem being a good idea. I will be makeing a poem about a chicken later on tomorrow....loved your poem...On my favorite list...ta,ta
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Date: 1/21/2010 4:27:00 PM
You really know how to make comedy out of the harshness of life, Daver. i appreciate your poems much! -Robert
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Date: 11/10/2009 3:24:00 PM
Very interesting!...Milt
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Date: 10/21/2009 2:36:00 PM
Good write! With age comes wisdom! I wish all the young people who are experiencing this could read this! Thanks for sharing this! Peace, Audrey
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Date: 9/30/2009 10:56:00 AM
lol. Love it! lainie
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Date: 9/28/2009 11:41:00 PM
we tend to take in too much by what our siblings say living your life with no limitations i loved this poem..................kate
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Date: 9/19/2009 8:10:00 AM
You write with wit and charm...yet the sting of a childhood "label" can last a lifetime, and change who we are! If anyone has the kindest, human quality, it is yourself, my friend! :)
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Date: 9/18/2009 5:05:00 PM
Leave it to you to come up with a twist at the end, and reveal that being human isn't all it's cracked up to be! Well written Dave.
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Date: 9/18/2009 2:52:00 PM
It's nasty the way children hurt each other with their words. I do like the way you decided to "snort" as the class sang. Shows spunk. And losing 50 pounds is quite an achievement, but obviously you were disappointed in finding what it really meant to be human. Hate to think of going through life being called a "pig," but cops had to get used to it back in the '70s. Very clever write, as always, Daver! Love you, Carolyn
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