Best Piggy Poems


Premium Member My Piggy Bank

Save your money for a rainy day
  Where I grew up, that was the way

As I aged, my days filled with sunshine
  My piggy bank, no longer my shrine

Premium Member Piggy Bank


   My piggy bank gets fed,
   At least once a week.
   I do what my Momma said.

   I push the coins in the top of his head.
   
   Momma said, " You should feed your piggy every day!
                          So, you won't have to work and can play!"

   I think she doesn't see,
   What candy means to me!
   No fat piggy for me.

   Just a few coins to put away.
   So, when I get old,
   I can play all day!

That Jingle-Jangle of the Piggy Bank Song

candy, childhood, me, money, nostalgia, word play,

Jingle-jangle of the Piggy Bank Song ©


Oh for those sounds of jingle jangle tinkling notes
When an allowance of two dimes and a nickel
Was dropped in the belly of my bright pink piggy bank 
Through a slot placed for coins between two cute ears
Right on top and mid center to the piggy’s pink rounded head
The shiny silver and coppers slid, but never any bright gold
Always making jingle sounds when given a shake up or two 
Within the piggy’s round half-filled fat bright pink belly hold.
There were four teeth lost to the Tooth Fairy and she paid
Quarters each time left under my pillows magically placed
Those were special and remained for a long sit in my bank

I would take two dimes and a nickel each second Saturday
And pocket this cache and set out to buy a large box of Smarties
Twenty-five cents was the cost in those days for a family-size box
And all mine for a day or so until I was ‘pigged’ out from finishing the last Smarties that called unto me “Eat Me” and had my name inked on as well
But it is now not because I haven’t forgotten its tummy upset
That I think back when buying a box of family size Smarties today 
 But whenever I place coins in my pocket I am again reminded 
Of that box of Smarties I had bought and the jingle jangle the coins made
Oh, and the thought of eating them all  at one go that long passed time !
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Piggy Bank

Piggy please don't be sad.
I need the money really bad.
Got to pay my motor tax.
Get the government off my back.
You see I need to keep on track.
Bank will not give me a lend.
And I have no savings left to spend.
Now, close your eyes my little friend.
Knocking off your ceramic head.

Premium Member Kermit and Miss Piggy

When Kermit the Frog
Found love at his synagogue
It was unexpected
How instantly they connected

Posing right next to Twiggy
The lovely Miss Piggy
Strategically waved her doily
Batting her eyelashes coyly



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Premium Member Kermit and Miss Piggy Rendezvous-With Writer's Notes

Kermit and Ms. Piggy rendezvous 

Kermit hopped his way to Miss piggy's sty
in need of comfort, he wanted to do the sly
they shot the bull
and petted the wool
when time to fete, Kermit was short of pork pie

connie pachecho

4/16/17


Your Love Piggy Bank

Your love piggy bank.


I need you to breathe your love into me;
I want to take you deep within.
You are the one who understands how to make me feel like a man;
You give me strength, you offer wisdom 
And you have given me all you can.


So I thank you for every drop of effort you have exuded,
Because I don’t think without it, 
We would ever have made it.
You try to make me happy, so I shall persevere;
I will do all I can to please you, every time you are near.


I will lift you up, when you fall;
I will open every single opportunity door.
I will do whatever it takes to make your life easier
And if you need me to, I will run through a brick wall.


I will keep all promises and every compliment that I give,
Will hopefully hit its target; let none of them miss.
I will shower you in kisses 
And lay down a red carpet for you to walk upon;
I shall confess my feelings for you, to all who can hear,
Through my poetry and through my songs.


I will stand at your side 
And protect you from any harm that may come your way;
I will be here if you need me and at your side I will stay.
In times of ill harvest, I will fill your love piggy bank
And when the good times have returned, 
I will never take my love back; it is yours to have.


I have an endless amount of love in my hands
And my heart will never run out.
I am yours to love forever
And to you I will forever remain faithfully devout.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
© Aa Harvey  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member MISS PIGGY


Miss piglet is at it again,
her blonde wigs, here we go,
her jealousy it always shows.

Her clothes are tight,
her lashes are glued, 
she loves to fight and throwing her shoes.

Her claim to fame was loving a frog,
he thought she was crazy,
and away he dodged.

She loved her bon, bons
she guzzled her liquor,
her piggy temper flowed even quicker.

Her oinks and squeals,
her high heels,
her red lips and long piggy tail.

She always blamed him, 
he was always wrong,
I somehow felt sorry for that poor little frog.

 "ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, and an oink or two"

Premium Member Miggy the Piggy

You're a little piggy
Thick and round and stout
Little curly tail
Little piggy snout.

Miggy you're my piggy
My pink flower bud
Always getting dirty
Rolling in the mud.

You're a pretty piggy
With a bow on top
Snorting in the pigsty
Gobble down the slop.

You're my Miggy-piggy
Loving as a pup
We will treat you nicely
Then we'll eat you up.

Premium Member Where Is Piggy

Three wild frolicking hairy unkempt hillbillies
Jettisoning off their wonderful new pet
Doing banshee yells and hog calls
Happily playing with their newest mate
Where is Piggy? They asked Mom.
Until sundown they looked for him.
Pretty soon they smelled sweet sauce.
Beside themselves with grief, ate barbeque.

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.

This Little Piggy

Right hand:

This little piggy pressed on power
this little piggy clicked home
this little piggy clicked enter
this little piggy clicked K
and this little piggy pressed backspace all the way home


Left Hand:

This little piggy pressed on space bar
this little piggy scratched eye
this little piggy tapped away
this little piggy picked nose
and this little piggy cried "Wait, wait, wait!" I'm not yet done!!


*** June 7, 2010 --haha just something to occupy my mind with, 
sorry if this is a bit (?) senseless--had fun writing this though

written for Linda's Finger Frenzy contest :) gtg now--should 
really be typing something else!!!

My Piggy

I have a piggy that belongs to me…
Actually ten, plus one you see…
 
One is out there everyday, working
 his feet off for you and me…

This little piggy of mine, starts 
his day early, well before 9, works 
 well after dark…

He is out there to protect, you 
and me with his 10 little piglets,
 you see…

Now you may think, I am bad,
 calling my man a pig, in reality 
I am very proud, of my piggy, 
he is strong and brave you see, 
always working to protect
 you and me…

Works long days and has 
worked long years, to protect, 
serve you and me…

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2007

Piggy In the Middle

Piggy in the Middle

It cant rain all the time
You cant sit out in the sun all day long
Better to be piggy in the middle
So you are able to look from both sides
Enjoy all of life's rides
In synch with her Tides

Premium Member Toes

Toe piggy played on small
tiny child toes. One went
to market, one stayed home;
the other had roast beef
though the other had none;
this little one cried, ran
towards home. Wee wee wee.

21.09.21


(My take on an old classic nursery rhyme)

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