Next-door was unemendable
From a fall that incredible
all her grace was shredded cheddar
Covert charm's naked departure
one human coil in porcine bliss
soaking in her own unkind piss
phantom saucers for tea at noon
Prepare the room, tis Lady Loon
A meal worm eats me like a gourd of flesh,
this slimy beast I dread; two weeks or more
until my heart's (that once was young and fresh)
a hole that brims with the plaque of its gore.
Soft-bodied, legless, and writhing, this meal worm,
like yeast that leavens a raw loaf of baked bread,
or phage that necrotizes like a germ,
consumes its host until it's thoroughly fed.
Elongated and portly, like a porcine
(a fat creature and ravenous parasite!)
with the over-sized appetite of a swine,
you threaten me with a sick, terminal blight.
But if I were the brave one, O meal worm,
I'd make a meal of you and watch you squirm!
Regrettably, Miss Greta G
must use a broom to clean her room;
she let the pigs come play, you see
for they were neat, so she assumed.
How learned she this? Not clear by whom.
I think I may have, I confess,
so I shall help clean up the mess.
I think ’twas from the book she saw,
a pig whose house was made of sticks,
another one was made of straw;
the last of course, was made of bricks.
On seeing these three piles, it clicks,
but how the pigs got from the barn?
Now that should be a tangled yarn.
She nearly pulled the whole thing off;
the cat is out, for here’s the deal:
Although I had my headphones on,
as I passed by, I heard a squeal,
and caught a whiff with porcine feel.
And now dear Greta’s rather mad,
And I’m the wolf, mean, big and bad.
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In the rhyming form of a Rhyme Royal, but using 8 syllables instead of 10
After weeks of vegetarian snacks
a part of him was still searching city dumpsters
for chewed-over Big Macs.
Then in a moment of weakness
at the County Fair
he purchased one greasy Irish pork sausage
so sweet and thick -
it was on a stick.
Deliciously it licked his tongue
with a fulsome,
sweet succulent fried meatiness.
H actually swooned
over its savory, lick-able tenderness.
That night in restless dreams
he slow-cooked two more of them,
pork drooled, dripping from his mouth
- a kind of porcine phlegm.
Night long he slurped
upon the suet of his soul
only to awake
hangry and left un-whole
for those pork bangers
were still banging in his sleepy head...
and so he arose to deep fry
a large, peeled turnip in almond fat,
and sadly sucked upon that, instead.
On September the eleventh twenty-twenty one
Something really strange was going on.
On the inside lane of the M62
Was a rather unusual, wild crew.
So if you were travelling near Salford on this day,
You'll now understand why there was delay...
In their innocence this group of pink porcine
(Or perhaps you call them swine)
Tried a new bit of land on the motorway's verge
While passers by take pictures; they can't resist the urge!
But it's hoped that the driver's kept their hands on the wheel
For it's not a nice sound when those pigs start to squeal!
Third Monday of January
some say it’s the year’s saddest day,
windy weather and scattered snow
could hold into February.
Yet in bleak gloom, a bright hope glows
as I butter my breakfast toast
and open up your email post
to learn that your arrival’s nigh
truly raises my spirits high.
But looking round I realize
our house resembles porcine styes
to leave, as is, could jeopardize
our status matrimonial
which might become divorceial.
Floors must be washed and dishes too
sheets to change and laundry to do
fridge to clean, garbage to take out
change the washer on dripping tap.
At last all is done, without doubt
I’ve escaped the wife’s away trap
Miss Piggy’s a world famous Muppet
(Some people think she’s just a puppet)
When she flutters her eyes
Many cute handsome guys
Are star struck and some kick the bucket!
When Piggy went on a blind date
Her suitor she had to berate
He made a mistake
And ordered pork steak
No porcine is found near her plate!
8/21/18
Never behaved in the school porcine;
Had wise words for everyone to opine;
Full of wise thoughts and memories refine;
Rachana Sharma is ready without any supine.
An eyesore progress she achieved school in
Even the trustees could no longer decline;
Her help for others whenever did she design
Was a feast – a great help and fun to dine.
For 8 years was she my dear mentor fine
From whom I learnt how to continuously grin
In adverse situations and start from begin
So that new fight and efforts lead you to win.
Earlier she was looking like a pumpkin
But now she managed her past confine:
Looking beautiful, smart, nifty and divine
Is ready ever any problem to define.
She is my inspiration, she is my Kline,
She is the best lady as a helpful friend in.
With her I developed Monorhyme fine;
And defeated many enemies malign.
A good mentor and nice for nation mine
Is none than Rachana - a brave feline.
Back TO THE BARNYARD
I slip outside, my tail a twirl
where my whiskers test the breeze.
Such disgusting cretins so uncouth
and a few that make me sneeze. (HISS)
I slink and skirt past porcine ones
and the cows are crashing bores.
yellow chicks, forbidden fruit
or they’ll toss me out the door. (MEOW)
I pause to sit, stare down the cock
as he struts and preens for show
I ought to bat him once for luck
but those humans… well, you know. (YAWN)
Off to work at my specialty:
feline hunter-cruel and cold.
My fur goes up and my ears go back
For this mouse will not grow old. (MMMROW)
The trio of porcine creatures, various dwellings did construct,
One straw, one stick...and one securely glued with brick.
A foul mouthed canine villain, chose their lives to disrupt,
One puff, one blow...but the last made him ever so sick.
softporn saxophone
botex for the soul,
strained faces only
held together by skin;
gluteal muscles for
nylon hearts and sweaty collars,
porcine,popeyed,
each mouth fallen open
like a gallow`s trapdoor;
the delight at a
big dame battleship
built in stereo
that makes aftershave
boil under matching ties;
littlemen reduced to red.
Slaves bind the rind and grind the porcine mind to a fine dust,
on the killing line, tools rust,
their shine left behind and our curly tailed brethren ascend to a time where the weather is fine ,
a constant sublime,
an unfurlment of the gaian divine,
ecstatic sequences sing to the night as biomechanisms swerve to harness the light..
rely not on sight but on the abolition of blight ,
keep it lit like a torch, avoid pork and veganise on the porch
lurch past the church and plant a score of yew trees and find the ease of the consciousness that lies within all of these felons and melons and rise up to heaven to join the eleven.
Asteroids slither thru bevels, and a blankness blankets their trails
as the evolution on earth slows to the pace of a snail
Jose, can you see,
There's a pig in that tree!
He's perched there, as sure as a kite.
Jose, can you see him?
He's there, on that tree limb,
Just beaming with porcine delight.
Jose, can you see,
There's a pig in that tree!
He's grinning and waving at you.
Oh, won't you please look?
Take your nose from that book!
Well, never mind, Joe--he just flew.
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