Mr Piggy
Piggy is as Piggy does
A spoiled rotten cat.
But still as lovable as the day is long
Was he a little brat!
Poor Mr. Piggy was starved for love,
Or at least that’s the way he acted.
Just be around him for a few minutes
You’ll automatically be attracted.
I remember a time, ‘round last November
A thunderstorm was raging outside.
I couldn’t stand to see him out in the rain,
So I had to bring him inside.
Black and white was his fur’s color
But he liked to be loved and held.
So I loved up on him and petted him too,
And the purrs always entrailed.
Yes, Piggy was as Piggy does,
My mom’s house shoes he would attack
Though shoved away, if she wore them outside,
Mr. Piggy would always come back.
Dear old, dear old Mr. Piggy,
His cuteness was so attractive.
He could be a pain, but that’s ok
He was just a little hyperactive.
Copyright © Brandlynn Young | Year Posted 2006
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