Mister Hamuel Porkington

Meet Mr. Hamuel Porkington His closest friends call him “Hammy” A special hard working farmer With an extremely industrious family With his pretty and faithful wife “Porksy” And their ten little chopperettes They're known in the town of Swillsville As the nicest pig family you've met For providing hot meals to the needy And sheltering them from the cold They've received a special recognition One of the greatest stories told The President recently visited them Warmly welcomed by the Porkingtons They treated their guest to Hominy Grits And homemade Tennessee bourbon The President granted them a special honour Which everyone was in total accord With tree bark, worms and garbage for life And a prestigious achievement award So raise your pitch forks, raise 'em on high In salute of this family of corkers Heroes like these don't come by very often They're a very special breed of porkers © Jack Ellison 2015
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Breidenthal Avatar
June 24, 2015 at 5:51 PM
Ah, a very sweet and porky tale! I can see your rhymes in a kids book, giving smiles to all. Kudos, Jack. Another fine write. Always, Laura
Ellison Avatar
June 24, 2015 at 8:52 PM
I have actually thought about it but never followed up! Hmmm! YOU ARE A SPECIAL FRIEND, MY DEAREST LAURA!!! Love, Jack xxx
Eastman Avatar
June 19, 2015 at 12:01 PM
I loved this! Of course, Dragon is jealous of the Porkington's fame... And your writting, too. He told me I'm going to have to try harder! Really Dragon! Honestly! Can't live with him... And can't live without him... Any write that can makes Dragon jealous... Is a VERY GREAT write! You go Jack... Yes, at this house... We are Jackaholics!
Eastman Avatar
June 20, 2015 at 6:53 PM
Dear Jack... I could red this one a dozen times and still be happy. By the way... Been having the same problem lately, myself. My Dr changed the epilepsy pacemaker setting ... and it's messing with my writing... I need to winfd up a few new ideas too. I have some... but can't seem to make them zing at the moment! ARGHHHH!!!!
Ellison Avatar
June 20, 2015 at 6:44 PM
A little bit of fantasy for a change! BTW this is a re-post... running out of gas lately! But you probably remember it, eh? xxx
Laurie Avatar
June 18, 2015 at 8:32 PM
What an entertaining poem young Jack... I'd be happy to have this family around for dinner. They'd get a good roasting... thank you young Jack - Lindsay
Ellison Avatar
June 18, 2015 at 8:43 PM
See... this is what happens when I don't take my meds!!! LOL Jack
Fisher Avatar
June 18, 2015 at 8:31 PM
loved the title and had a good laugh with the story. It tickled my spare ribs.
Ellison Avatar
June 18, 2015 at 8:42 PM
Hahaha! Love your response! Thanks for dropping by, my friend! Jack
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