Hog Poems - Poems about Hog

in a barnyard pen sits a happy hog bullfrogs in a blizzard bog dense and daring grayish fog a curious machine with a metal cog a summertime yip from a happy dog going on a jaunty jubilant jog black ants sliding on a wet log chef includes New Years eve eggnog love to rhyme hog fog bog cog and dog...

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the motorcycle streaked past us so fast, I thought “night rider” Plus there were flames and it seemed to be on fire I wish it would slow down I thought. The hog instantly stopped near my driveway. I was astonished, for it had no rider. A bike full of flames, streaking through the neighborhood. I ran to get my camera, hoping...

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Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night In my ramshackle torn straw old bed The mice are chewing my toes And the bedbugs bite Elephants dancing in my head I think to myself "It's not a bad life I can't complain'' Just as the cat Catherine Once again wee's on the bed!!!! ????!!!!!! I just can't understand why...

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Phil had no shadow Says it will be early spring It’s already here ...

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Groundhog promised he would never oversleep again. On February second they sent out the annoying wren. He could not rouse groundhog from his slumber. So Mom and Dad went over, in a wagon-lumber. They made as much noise as they dared outside. Finally going into his bedroom and shaking his hide. Groundhog was irritated and terribly grumpy too. I think it was...

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He got made fun of in the boys locker room When he took off his trunks and gave them a moon You must have worn a suit on the beach today! He was so angry, he decided to make them pay It’s bad enough to be the largest hog on the team Making fun of his tan line was incredibly...

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all around Detroit we heard a vrrrooom vrrrooom It’s a skull on a hog! It spells instant doom! This was said by a naysayer who is always full of gloom. I stood by the road to wave at the vrrrooom vrrrooom It was a skull on a hog with orange streaming hair behind him He asked if I wanted a...

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she waddled over and stuck in her toe ooh! it’s cold she squealed with a feminine glow the rest of us sows ignored her, she is a drama queen she walked out to the end of the diving board then, so serene she won’t ever jump one of the hogs said, she’s a faker she passed gas all the way...

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Last night I showed my humble gratitude To a sweet sow with pulchritude She served as a shield Or I would've squealed When the farmer wanted me barbequed Now, all she eats is pizza; Totino's Whines that she needs help with the bambinos But diapers are crappy Not a chore for pappy I'd rather gamble at the casino...

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To the unknown sports car driver Who caused us so much fright May the roads be full of traffic When you attempt to turn right. May you spend many hours Constantly being stuck Behind a series of slow moving Wide loaded trucks May all the traffic lights Be stuck at stop And no comfort stations When you need a pit stop. May there be many road works On...

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Samantha was the prettiest hog in the field for sure. The only one here in this meadow, but that did not stop her. From admiring herself in the cool farm pond’s reflection. Frankly, Samantha could not see any flaw or imperfection. A summer butterfly with dots and squiggles came by. It landed on Samantha’s pretty snout, who knows why? You have...

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I would like a little candy dish on my head please, the sow said. We filed past, trying to ignore the sweet spectacle on her head. She is always trying for extra attention hissed old goose Jed. Maybe she needs a bit more TLC, observed Beau a chowder head. I am tired of Old Sow getting all of the...

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Thanksgiving Day and the cats are out meowing the dogs. Of course they are, dogs cannot meow, said the hogs. But the turkey were silent, coming out of the oven now. They were tasty and crunchy; it was a relief to the sow....

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Let’s stay at Oinkington Inn the easily pleased relative said. Her husband looked at brochure and said I’d rather be dead. The pigs are lovely, she replied. There is nothing to dread. He told her to go to her family reunion with her cousin Ned. The sows and hogs were truly placated and fine. We visited them near an old...

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To the invisible masters of the universe Those shadowy investors who controlled the government The military, the media, culture, and society. There were many things That did not make sense anymore That should be jettisoned. To make way for the new emerging world A world in which the new AI overlords would gradually take over And humanity will be taken care of But the...

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