Pig Poems - Poems about Pig

When pigs fly I picture them Pink with white wings They are soft and cuddly I never picture the real pigs The black and white ones with the harsh hair Mud and manure on their snout and hooves I visualize them pretty, pink, round like cupids They are not large either. They are compact, symmetrical, Rubenesque Are they wearing clothes? I will have to go...

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Having counted wooly sheep was woken from a deep delta sleep in the middle of the night thought I'd heard a pig snort but no that can't be right tho' kicked out of bed and landing on my head knew where I stood for delegated to the floor then relegated to the room next door when in no uncertain terms she said, 'You're sawing wood, you...

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Walking down York Avenue, A very urban block, An odor had my senses piqued And then I saw, in shock, In front of a local restaurant A pig turned on a spit. With juices dripping down, it somehow Didn’t seem to fit. It’s not a sight I’ve ever seen, Right out there on the street, And though I’m sure that some would be Excited by that...

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However you dress...compress these clever creatures… More not less..whenever features...success.. To be Francis...what about Bacon… Salty...naughty.. fatty flavour to savour.. Doing each dish a favour...a porky saviour… Get a hard on from a lardon.. What’s much better than pancetta… Peck at a fleshy fleck of top deck speck… Unctuous umami tsunami of salami Or sumptuous faux porky pastrami Cheeky paprika glow of chorizo.... Stellar slivers...

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a young professor doing research my grasp of truth was quick to form and i began my earnest search for a one-horned unicorn so i put on a yellow slicker and i went out in the storm but the weather got much thicker and i missed the unicorn it was like reaching for a rose and finding a cutting thorn i cried and blew my streaming nose and missed my unicorn then a cat in striped...

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Porky Pig once stopped by my butcher shoppe Pig was not looking for any old slop He searched high and low Meat tasted like crow 'Please, Elmer, one...

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Persnickety pig, persnickety pig Would you like to smoke a favorite cig? Cancer chances are amazingly big He is being tempted by his cousin Quig How about alcohol? Please take a swig. Come here, persnickety pig, don’t be a prig. Person who added this was his cousin Zig For this cousin PP did not give a fig. Zig thought this was funny, he...

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If I were a man I wonder how I’d be Would I be considered soft less manly Surely still a poet with passionate words But maybe swayed by that leg the third I’d watch women with denim different view Maybe I’d still see me in them and you I’d not know the pain of a monthly true But I may...

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Sheila is riding her pig Petals to Pumpkin town. They plan to leave the second they leave down town. At Pumpkin town they will see flowers and such. It is a place I have been and I love it very much. If there is room on the pig, I might hitch a ride. I hear that he can fly too,...

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My Dog, Pig, was a British Bull A heavy but steady scary looking fool She would stand like a statue Perfectly hilarious And balance on things we thought precarious She faced every day with vigour, This rumbling tumbling Hog If there be a stream she could snarfle out You’d find her amongst the bog Every call was heeded By a wide and ludicrous stance, Oh my...

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This little piggy said, "I can't find my way home. I've been too far to roam. I never should have left her there. I never should have gone." ...

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Middle Fiddle Faddle and a Rah Rah Raw Bacon is not in my vocabulary sang Rowdy Dah. I have a gorgeous pet, she is my pretty pig, Pet. She has never had to wolf down any garbage yet. Others throw out disgusting slop to their hogs. I am picky about what I throw Pet and my two dogs. They are her...

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Pointy, the pig rider came around the corner with a screech. He was sitting at the top of the zebra bowls, his whip was a reach. Why does he always have to outdo the rest of us? Asked Mr. Mace. Angry now because Poindy and the bowls were winning the race....

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Charlie Bug on vacation is dancing a jig Almost got stepped on by a heavy pig Gyrating and wiggling, he shows his best side. Here comes that pig again, Charlie, you’d better hide!...

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Pudgy Wudgie Cudgy Smudgie Little Pig Had a mud bath that smelled like fig Bees swarmed around to see what they could see. Shy Little Pig got angry and said “Stop looking at me!”...

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