the goblins and ghouls were aghast and agog
a brilliantly bubbly boo creature was down in the bog
Friendly Freddy the flippant fly-by-night frog
Raced up to the barnyard to incite the hog
It’s Halloween, and things are not as they should be
The hive down the hill has lost its queen bee
There is a bear staggering around singing off key
Here comes a monster, I think we should flee
The hog was happily rolling his corpulent body in mud
He would not have moved for a crazy rabbit or Elmer Fudd
Halloween never worried him, he liked the extra candy
He always received on the first, when it was thrown out by Randy
What’s that in the sky?
It is a plane, is it a bird?
No, it is Space Hog
Flying his magic Persian carpet
Wearing his bacon red cape.
Space Hog to the rescue again!
Delivering wavering Muslims and Jews
To the breakfast of their dreams.
In this way the world is made a better place
One serving at a time.
(2/2/26)
A Kamikaze peddler
Who follows his nose
fluorescent green Lycra
A middle finger he shows
Slower than a snail
As wide as truck
Forget the highway code
He pushes his luck.
Side by side they pedal
Three or four deep
Then they become violent
If you give them a beep
They own the road
and there’s no mistake
Zip through red lights
No prisoners they take
Danger personified
Full speed ahead
And then they wonder
Why motorists see red.
The bike’s abandoned
He washes his hands
Peels off his Lycra
He’s got urgent plans
Jumps in his car
To go somewhere fast
A slight incline
He just can’t pass
In front is a pedlar
And It’s Karma at last.
David Cox 11/05/25
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
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 it would return.
It never did.
Phil had no shadow
Says it will be early spring
It’s already here
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 certainly brave of them, don’t you?
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 mean.
He became the quarter back and showed them all up.
Loved receiving MVP and the Cincinnati loving cup.
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 ride and I climbed on in.
The grim reaper and Count Dracula were both terrified of him.
I had the best ride of my life, said my cousin Grim.
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 back, she is a real quaker
we rolled over and ignored her, which really got her goat
the next thing we knew, she was out in a boat
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
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 your every single trip
May every pair of your trousers
Develop a jammed fly zip
May your ears fill with wax
May your sinuses explode
Any non lethal condition
That keeps you off the road.
May your testosterone levels
Very quickly plummet and drop
And all your sexual urges
Come to an abrupt stop
The way that you drive
The last thing we need
Is for you to be able
To continue to breed.
I may just be a little biased
Mr Dangerous Road Hog
But i feel you should be
Treated like a rabid dog.
If you live the rest your life
The same way that you drive
It would probably be better
If you really weren’t alive.
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 superior taste, Samantha said to the beast.
I am the most gorgeous hog in this field, at least!
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 attention every time!
She is so grouchy and grumpy, not any friend of mine.
Maybe she needs a person to issue friendship and be kind.
Why don’t we invite her to the restaurant to dine?
Would she share that peppermint stick or chocolate mint? Asked Lee.
He is all about being fair, fighting with anyone who dares disagree.
The sow heard them speaking of her and puffed up with pride.
But she did not want to share her candy when they got inside.
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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