Short Pearls Before Swine Poems
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home is where the heart is
I spewed forth my guts
laid open the treasure chest
and offered up the crown jewels
while the swine cast
their dung in the entrails
This saying is simply divine
“You shouldn’t cast pearls before swine”
Some think they are cool
Then break ev’ry rule
Folk cheating are no friends of mine!
'Porkie Pies' is cockney rhyming slang for lies
11-02-17
Unwise TO CAST PEARLS BEFORE SWINE. ONE'S LABOR IS PERFECT WASTE.
Don't cast your pearls of wisdom onto barren land.
Where minds don't want to know, or even understand.
Withhold wasting wise words, which would wilfully wither.
12/ 20/ 2015.
Sir Billy Pig’s missing his oats
Miss Piggy Wig’s had hers, she gloats
But she’s looking so rough
Her bum’s full of crap stuff
Its output is brown and it floats!
I’m advised by a pal of mine
To “Never cast pearls before swine”
Or put lipstick on a pig
When it’s mouthing off big
Miss Piggy Wig’s an old bovine!
Try not to cast your pearls before swine
'cause they will get cranky and surely whine
for they can not stand for Our Christ to Shine
Fret not tho, just say to them...
"Do you wanna a little cheese to go with that whine?"
And this is fine because they've crossed the line.
Now go to your Christ and have a real good Dine!
Throw down your pearls before swine
Midst mud that looks like sweet red wine
Then watch them build lies like picket lines
And leave you on the losing side
Take the blows in step and stride
With cloaks and daggers not far behind
Pick up the place to outrun the swine
You’ll find out who they are in time
Plastic hearts and painted smiles
Melting, leaving puddle signs
That point toward friends who live between lines
Guess I should leave them all behind
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.”