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 snore!'
Not as such a silk purse,
but a sow's ear would be worse.
Not so much a pig in a poke
(jiggery-pokery),
more a poke at a pig in a joke
(piggery-jokery).
All in all,
Sy-hokery!
Categories:
piggery, animal, humorous, me, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
So many pearls before the swine
He didn’t know which to pick
So fell asleep and dreamed to fly
Straight up to some Alpean peak
There he took selfies, drank high tea
And then he flew back home
Down to the native piggery
Where one day he was born
His dream was suddenly cut short
No pearls around he saw
He yawned and in surprise he snored
Chewed pensively a straw
He thought “if I were not a swine
A butterfly I’d like to be
On multicoloured wings I’d fly
This time towards the sea.”
Categories:
piggery, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Her parents’ patterns were easy to learn.
Mom did the cooking, cleaning, laundry.
Working nonstop from the minute she woke
To the minute she fell exhausted into bed.
Her dad was the lucky one.
He worked during the day but the nights were his.
He had hobbies – fishing, hunting, trapping, coin collecting.
He listened to music and tried to dance.
But not with Mom because she never stopped working.
She worked from the second she awoke until the second she went to bed.
As far as their daughter could tell, life for a woman was no life at all.
So she faded her parents’ examples and went out on her own.
Determined to not have the cleanest clothes or cleanest house.
Determined to not cook and bake and iron and vacuum every waking minute.
Her light, happy, airy do-whatever-I-want lifestyle made her mother smile.
Her piggery disgusted her father, who now had six more hobbies.
She did not care, glad to escape the drudgery of a home where
Daddy did whatever he wanted most of the day
While her mother worked tirelessly to cook and clean and dust.
Stopping finally when she was dead, not enjoying life at all.
Categories:
piggery, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Piggery
Diggery
Hungry,
I stuffed
I chewed,
I swallowed
Lunchtime sweets
Floury treats
Icing sweetmeats,
Burp
Sturp
Stop
The
Cup
Cakes
Categories:
piggery, fun, humor,
Form: Free verse
Yes, It cost a lot, a lot it cost indeed
But piggery and chicken run,
Required, yes, necessity, for so many mouths to feed
Whilst we laugh and feast, like royalty, having so much fun!
Categories:
piggery, abuse, africa, fun, moving
Form: Chastushka