Short Oinking Poems

Oinking, squealing pigs
Their sounds are not mistaken
Do you think it’s because they know
Soon they’ll be chops, ham and bacon?...

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I am beautiful he said.
His image agreed.
All proud and pink.

I am the bomb! He said.
His mother was oinking her approval
in the background.

I am going to get a lady he said.
Not with this attitude the mirror thought
But wisely kept this to herself....

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the sky gets dark
wind it blows
lightening strikes
and rain it flows
hitting the ground
one drop at a time
starting to hail now
hail big as dimes
cars are flying in the air
people hiding under there
watching houses disappear
barns ripped apart like dihearra
cows are mowing
roosters try to crow
the pigs oinking with no where to go
finnally it all comes to a end
but all that is left is a rainbow with no end...

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The cow was playing cowbells,
Giddy Goat joined in on his guitar,
The horse was hoofing bongo drums.
Animals started coming from afar.

The chicken clucked an egg out,
Pig was oinking right in time,
Duck was tinkling on her triangle
While dog was hammering on his chime.

Pussy picked up her piccolo,
Goose was flapping on his flute,
Donkey brayed on a big trombone,
It really was a farmyard hoot!


-more poems like this can be found at:
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old you must know I was called
I give myself twelve more years
as I never indulged the apostles
just to make sure my pup will be ready
to break an heart long gone in the desert of sahara
hanging on the edge I thrive the walk and the barking
sand in my sandals I can still run and swim you to the end 
the camel I never rode hiding in the shade a bicycle 
I pedal my trade folding to take a ride in a taxi for the finish
and you pigs oinking in a sty I do not care as I am free...

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