Piggy Poems - Poems about Piggy

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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My piggy bank gets fed, At least once a week. I do what my Momma said. I push the coins in the top of his head. Momma said, " You should feed your piggy every day! ...

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Miss piglet is at it again, her blonde wigs, here we go, her jealousy it always shows. Her clothes are tight, her lashes are glued, she loves to fight and throwing her shoes. Her claim to fame was loving a frog, he thought she was crazy, and away he dodged. She loved her bon, bons she guzzled her liquor, her piggy temper flowed even quicker. Her...

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Good job to you, red piggy I'll use you for good My plan for you is big For this Christmas. Sorry, I'll butcher you now I'll have to pay my loan debt Anyway, I'll save you then after....

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This little piggy robbed the market. This little piggy burgled homes. This little piggy was a chicken thief. This little piggy thought scams were fun. Four little piggies squealed “Waaa waaa waaa” in jail, missing home. ...

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The first little piggy went to market; The second demurred and preferred to stay home; The gluttonous third one Ate all of the roast beef, So the fourth hungry piggy got none. Although it's not clearly stated, His thirst must have been sated And his bladder inflated 'cause number five urinated All the way home. ...

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Size 14! - Not as fat as Piggy But neither was she Twiggy Marilyn possessed some pronounced curves Made men's eyeballs bulge and swerve _____________________________________ Marilyn Monroe's dress size courtesy of an anonymous acquaintance on the Soup....

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The broken piggy bank strewn into a bajillion little pieces Unexpected largesse yours truly patiently waits, a metaphor of my dire financial straits courtesy papa's unsuspecting muse the missus, this wordsmith notates unwittingly linkedin to his misfortune, a situation he hates, especially, an unavoidable crisis, whereby passage of time abates negligible onus of penury. Soon after surrendering (viz laundering) cash to bitcoin immediately realized sinister trap scammer prepared me to...

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Oh, the piggy loves you The piggy loves me The piggy is homeless, yessiree. Give the pig a cookie Give the pig a bed Or maybe a sarcophagus, in case the piggy's dead. Punch'm in the snout Poke'm in the eye Take the piggy home and dump'm in the sty...

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Ultimate diva on fire is what Miss Piggy is. She twirls and whirls and thinks she’s a whiz. Spreading self-confidence around the room. Sparkly and sassy, she needs no prince or groom. Her feathered boa is laced with silver and gold. At a hundred and fifteen, Miss Piggy will not be old. What can I say about her? Where do I...

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Bright the piggy was having a difficult night. His parents were arguing in a full-blown fight. He rolled over and over, but could not get it right. Jennifer from big house came and got him that night. You are okay, she told him, wrapping him up tight. He knew he looked weird in a blanket this white. I am taking you...

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The little pig grew mighty big from eating all that slop; he did not know instinctively when it was time to stop. For us, it seemed this worked out well; he put on lots of fat. He’s best when fried up with some eggs and pressed perfectly flat....

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Party Line Piggy listened to his neighbors all day. He was quiet, so he could listen, but he had nothing to say. Get off the line! The hens would cluck. Hang up. Go away! But this is how Party Line Piggy entertained himself every day. What are you listening for? What are they trying to say? Queried his cousin, a...

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Save your money for a rainy day Where I grew up, that was the way As I aged, my days filled with sunshine My piggy bank, no longer my shrine...

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Why can’t he get away from that mirror? Miss Piggy wondered. He seemed to be fixated on it like a show horse encumbered. The magic mirror was for her to primp and preen, was it not? Are you finished there? She asked, her kindest voice a big thought. Peter turned away and gave her a flash of his prettiest...

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