Short Piggy Poems

Short Piggy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Piggy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Piggy by length and keyword.


Premium Member My Piggy Bank

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
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Miss Piggy Or Me

An old cowpoke on a ranch near Cheyenne
Is Wyoming’s main Muppet fan
His wife’s mad as can be:
It’s Miss Piggy or me!
He sighs: Don’t worry Kermit’s--her man

2/11/22
Form: Limerick

My Red Piggy Bank

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.

Piggy In the Middle

Piggy in the Middle

It cant rain all the time
You cant sit out in the sun all day long
Better to be piggy in the middle
So you are able to look from both sides
Enjoy all of life's rides
In synch with her Tides

piggy bank

I have a piggy bank
That I started one
Month go
For my nephew
To go to university
The university is very expensive
I mean the fee
It will be cheaper to
Start a piggy bank
There I will have enough money
To pay for his university
© aldo kraas  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Kermit and Miss Piggy Rendezvous-With Writer's Notes

Kermit and Ms. Piggy rendezvous 

Kermit hopped his way to Miss piggy's sty
in need of comfort, he wanted to do the sly
they shot the bull
and petted the wool
when time to fete, Kermit was short of pork pie

connie pachecho

4/16/17
Form: Limerick

Premium Member This Little Piggy


           
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.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Kermit and Miss Piggy

When Kermit the Frog
Found love at his synagogue
It was unexpected
How instantly they connected

Posing right next to Twiggy
The lovely Miss Piggy
Strategically waved her doily
Batting her eyelashes coyly



AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Toes

Toe piggy played on small
tiny child toes. One went
to market, one stayed home;
the other had roast beef
though the other had none;
this little one cried, ran
towards home. Wee wee wee.

21.09.21


(My take on an old classic nursery rhyme)
Form: Pleiades

Premium Member This Little Piggy

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.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Piggy

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mm - Not Piggy, Not Twiggy

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.
Form: Clerihew

Piggy Bank

Piggy please don't be sad.
I need the money really bad.
Got to pay my motor tax.
Get the government off my back.
You see I need to keep on track.
Bank will not give me a lend.
And I have no savings left to spend.
Now, close your eyes my little friend.
Knocking off your ceramic head.
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Where Is Piggy

Three wild frolicking hairy unkempt hillbillies
Jettisoning off their wonderful new pet
Doing banshee yells and hog calls
Happily playing with their newest mate
Where is Piggy? They asked Mom.
Until sundown they looked for him.
Pretty soon they smelled sweet sauce.
Beside themselves with grief, ate barbeque.

Premium Member Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: This little piggy went wee wee

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.

Premium Member Miggy the Piggy

You're a little piggy
Thick and round and stout
Little curly tail
Little piggy snout.

Miggy you're my piggy
My pink flower bud
Always getting dirty
Rolling in the mud.

You're a pretty piggy
With a bow on top
Snorting in the pigsty
Gobble down the slop.

You're my Miggy-piggy
Loving as a pup
We will treat you nicely
Then we'll eat you up.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Piggy Bank


   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!
                          So, you won't have to work and can play!"

   I think she doesn't see,
   What candy means to me!
   No fat piggy for me.

   Just a few coins to put away.
   So, when I get old,
   I can play all day!
Form: Rhyme

Piggy Face

Piggy Face was her name
hiding under beds was her game
she would wait until you were asleep
crawling out, she would creep
She'd rip you right out from bed
if she got you, you were dead
deadly nails and face covered by panty hose
fully covered in black with nothing to expose
Check under your bed at night
and guard yourself from this terrible fright
for Piggy Face is on the lookout
getting her name from that upraised snout.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Party Line Piggy

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 loudmouth named Anna Hog May.
I am not even listening he lied, wishing she would go away.
He did not need her buttinsky self being in his listening way.
Form: Monorhyme

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