Best Piggies Poems


Piggies

Twelve steaming appetizers, artistically set.
Seven sea morsels in a bird's nest net.
Great pies of meat cooked in butter and sweat.
Puddings and pastries and a heart-thumping bet:
That you'll eat to live in and live to eat out,
And never see your little piggies wiggle, twist and shout.

The steering wheel gets closer every time you drive,
Huffing, puffing, car seat buffing, hefty hungry hide.
Your tires flatten daily, their pressure put to task.
The trunk is strewn with Devil Dogs and a strange unlabeled flask.
Puffed with dough and chocolate, your massive stomach changes --
Scattering civilians as a seismic needle rages.

No stopping fatty acid or blubber when it's fed.
The time will come when the heart is done
And a lump of lard is dead.
Don't mourn but learn and prosper
From a waste of God's good mud:
Moderation and self-sacrifice is the way to love a Bud.

Now down to the top -- with eyes as bright as phosphor!

Twelve steaming appetizers, artistically set.
Seven sea morsels in a bird's nest net.
Great pies of meat cooked in butter and sweat.
Puddings and pastries and a heart-thumping bet:
That you'll eat to live in and live to eat out,
And never see your little piggies wiggle, twist and shout.
© Tom Arnone  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Three Little Piggies - Updated

This little piggy went to market
     This little piggy stayed home
     
     This little piggy came clean at a press conference
       Confessed, "No matzo balls in my genome"

Bad Little Piggies

This little piggy never came through 
I come in for an interview, 
Everything is pleasing,
Without explanation you leave the table.
And start to make a pizza?
I'm leaving you right now..
As I get in my car,
I see you run out to get me,
To late buddy, you went to far.

This little piggy wants hard work from you
I drive downtown for an open interview,
Few hundred wait, 
Hostess attention is flaky,
The order of resumes is shaky
It's no mystery the turnout would be big,
The apology you give is a fib,
People been here two hours,
Those that just arrive,
Get their opportunities faster,
I'm already in negative dollars,
30 min before interview time,
It's announced group interviews will begin,
There's no way I'm coming again,
The manager ignores me as I ask a question,
This disrespect is getting very old fashion
Not worth it, I'm leaving, Before I beat someone I need a mellow distraction,

This little piggy isn't looking to keep me long,
I want this job for good,
But all workers I talk to 
Say if offered a permanent position to take 
They would
Some been here 8 years,
To this day,
Their Temp agency provides them pay
So much for business keeping employees in house,
No wonder so many employees want to bounce,

This little piggy doesn't care if I trust,
You tell me you want to hire me in the interview,
I get no call for a week,
You leave me a message,
Details I'm given are pretty weak,
There's some employment agency I have to call,
Why didn't you tell me this before,
Start dates already been stalled,
I take the initiative to call them and get tested,
High hopes this would be different were vested,
Everything is clear I'm supposed to start soon,
Get a message a week later I need a cert?
I get the cert,
I start the job, 
They've got everyone here working 8 hours a week,
I should be the manager they seek,
Im quickly growing tired
Friday comes along and I'm fired. 
I ask “whats the reason you say?”
“You've requested too many hours each day!”

So unemployment, long story short,
This collector is here to stay
© Lynn Dolly  Create an image from this poem.


One Little Two Little Three Little Piggies

One little pig built his house out of                                ---STICKS
Another little pig built his house out of straw                   ---AND
The last little pig built his house out of                           ---STONES
This just goes to show you that pigs                                ---MAY
Not always do the right thing and may                            ---BREAK
Out of their pen trying to get away from wolves, which       ---MY
Poem tells you, is trying to bring their flesh and                ---BONES
To a place where he may eat them. He blew 2 houses down ---BUT
The house of stone could not be blown down, so in other   ---WORDS,
When you stick together and work as a team you ---MAY NEVER, -CAN NEVER -WILL NEVER
Be beaten and you can say to your enemies, "You can never---HURT ME!"



This POEM is an Example of a New Form of
POETRY Dane-Ann and HGarvey Daniel Esquire are trying to sanction
They call it “ End Line Word “ Poetry Thank-YOU

Premium Member Piggies Have a Bad Wrap

Ever wanted to snuggle
A cute little piggies with their stubby flat nose
Piggies have a very bad wrap
Probably because they're ugliest beast on earth
But they still have redeeming factors
For instance they make a tasty pork roast
Around the table on a happy occasion
Such joy to family get-togethers
Secondly they are happy to sacrifice
Their ugly existence to make us joyous
In fact some of us human people
Are not exactly Hollywood material
Once was close though
Was being considered
For the role of Judy Garland in
The Wizard Of Oz!

Piggies

All these little pale pink piggies
prancing through their straw floored pen
sniffing and snorting
with little smiles under their snouts!
Tufted, tiny tails bouncing in the air!
Sharp, dark, twinkle eyes!
Oh, can I love bacon looking
at these wee faces?!


A Pigtionary of Piggies

There are piggies of The Woods,
there are piggies of The Sea.
Not all piggies are equal;
this is clear to me.

There are piggies who sing -
and they make a lot of noise.
There are piggies - stuffed animals;
it's clear they're simply toys.

There are piggies who are GLAM,
there are piggies who are DRAM,
there are piggies who simply are TRAGICAL.
But of all the piggies in The Piggy Universe -
Luna - The Moon Pig is most MAGICAL!

With the WIGGLIEST of tails,
and a heart that's full of LOVE,
LUNA - THE MOON PIG's
guided by the STARS above.

Yes, Luna's the piggy
with CHOCOLATE-DROP EYES,
and wherever she wanders,
there's a SHINING MOON on high!

There are piggies of a season,
when the summer is here,
there are piggies of the springtime,
when the flowers all appear,
there are piggies of the autumn,
when the tumbling leaves turn brown -
and piggies just for Christmas,
when Santa comes to town.

But, whatever the weather,
LUNA is THE ONE!
She's happy and clever,
full of OINKINESS and FUN!
So, I'd like to invite YOU,
without further ado,
to have a friend in LUNA;
she's here the whole year through! 

Copyright, Suzy Davies, 2022. All Rights Reserved

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