I was raised, like many others, on the wrong side of the tracks.
Parents poor, thru generations, hopelessly, broke their backs.
The holes in our walls, patched, with mud and road kill skins.
Our roof made up from cardboard boxes and corrugated tins.
We ate old, ice cold, cockroach stew, tho pigged out on toad.
The rusty bucket, we used out back, lovingly called commode.
As a young lad, I went bad, ran with wild gangs in the streets.
But soon, found myself running, with drunks, liars, and cheats.
In time, untrusted, got busted, cuz I was the one who went in.
The Judge, graveled, quickly gaveled, got five years in the pen.
In one cage, pent up rage, every day had to fight for my life.
Dreading showers, rival powers, and a toothbrush for a knife.
Made up my mind, when I got out, to fly straight as an arrow.
Like a fool, was hard to get by, on just the straight and narrow.
My life's been no picnic, it's true, but I won't sing a sad song.
Now busted again, back in the pen, I'm sure I probably belong.
Categories:
pigged, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
Cardinal had his eye on the crow
But she said, “not cardinal, not ever, whoa!”
Crow had her eye on Wren who was sweet.
Wren never pigged out, did not overeat.
Cardinal was kind of a hog you see.
Flying down first from every tree.
The second birdseed was put out.
Before other birds could give a shout.
At their wedding Cardinal did not attend.
Pouting about it to the absolute end.
They did not miss him, guests had a blast.
And their nuptials were solid, they did last.
Categories:
pigged, bird,
Form: Rhyme
Cubism is my favorite art.
I love making silly blockheaded people, pretending
Ignorance as to why I would have drawn certain
Wonderful people in this manner.
I grin diabolically as I cartoon them with cubed heads,
And uppity squared off eyes, looking shifty.
Blocked noses high in the air, looking square-pigged snooty.
My grin gets bigger and bigger as I draw…
I think I started to do this in third grade, as a defense
Mechanism when Ms. Smells – not her real name, but her real attitude
Was too superior to help us in any way, angry if we did not
Understand the concepts she galloped through at a sixth grade level.
It is just something that came to me, I said innocently,
Presenting her with her caricature with a flourish,
Pretending this was a wonderful compliment.
She seemed pleased, not realizing the extent of the insult.
So at the ripe age of eight, I accidentally discovered
I can get in my licks, even against haughty grownups, in the name of art,
By seventh grade I did not always remember to do it with a smile,
So it did not work nearly as well.
But this in no way wiped out my love of cubism.
Categories:
pigged, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
One Mourning Dove
At my kitchen table
On a cold and sunny day,
A gray dove spied and stared at me,
He took my mind away.
So still he sat outside my window,
Puffed fat against the cold,
Once I think I heard him mourn,
So still we stayed, he bold.
He ate my bread this morning,
Pigged the birds’ sunflower seeds,
Could he be telling me “Thank You?”
Or “Give me more, more, pretty please?”
My attention would stay upon that bird,
My book unread, the day waiting,
A dove studying me, I studying him,
Our way of communicating.
Categories:
pigged, appreciation, nature, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Banana Split Heaven
I'm in Banana Split Heaven, the ice cream parlor of my dreams,
Choosing extra toppings and three flavors of sweet ice cream.
A foundation of ripe bananas, served the purpose of a bed,
For my decadent dessert, topped with cherries of bright red.
I licked my lips in anticipation. Couldn't wait to greedily savor
Huge scoops of creamy goodness in all my favorite flavors.
Chocolate Moose Tracks, blended with cups of peanut butter,
In the center, Bordeaux Cherry. Mmmm, I drool and sputter.
Vanilla Raspberry Ripple is really quite sublime.
Now it's almost ready, and soon it will be all mine.
Lots of peanut sprinkles; sauces of hot fudge and caramel.
Fresh whipped cream is sinful. Shhh, I will never tell.
Spoon after spoon, I pigged out and ate the whole dish.
Should I make one for you? Heck Yes! It sounds delish!
October 22, 2015
Categories:
pigged, food, sweet,
Form: Rhyme
There was once a young man from New York.
Who had often pigged out on roast pork.
'Til a pig said, "I yam
Such a proud hunk of ham.
I refuse to end up on his fork."
11/20/14
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This is a new limerick written for contest
following required meter and with aabba rhyme
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Categories:
pigged, humor,
Form: Limerick
Wriggly was a litter bug pigged a litter of pigs
Trollop trollop a trollop trollop up came Mrs. Triggs
She wrote an article
On the God particle
She turned on the zero spin and fell on hapless pigs
Categories:
pigged, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
Along the path, I think of you.
Along the trees of gray.
And too, I think, it's good I do.
Within this shadow play.
Where sunlight's but a peekaboo,
The waters pigged a Prussian blue,
And the empty seat that misses you,
In my dowdy cabriolet.
s.d. Long {Inspired by a push by Suz-D to write another poem.}
Categories:
pigged, friendship,
Form: Light Verse
Bargain bucket just for me
Pigged out for my tea
Spicy chicken breasts and thighs
And bags of French fries
Pass the bucket quick
As I feel
Sick!
For Gwen's Fast Food Epulaeryu contest
Categories:
pigged, food
Form: Epulaeryu
There once was a cave man named Morris,
Who lived in a cave in the forest.
He was undone one night
By his huge appetite:
He devoured an entire brontosaurus.
Categories:
pigged, animals, food, children, funny,
Form: Limerick