Short Pigs Poems
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Pigs squeal
They also lie
Wudja expect
from a creature
that lives in a sty
There once was a man named Ike
Who smoked porks to everyone’s like
They were the best in town
Creating orders abound
Till all pigs decided to strike
One would be flabbergasted by
All the stink that is in the sty
The pigs sure don’t care
The smell in the air
It’s a paradise for a fly
Russell Sivey
Alone the demon sleeps–
Alone the demon weeps.
Last night mother died–
Last night father cried.
Yet here I sit by the windowsill,
Watching the doves fly by.
Me oh Me oh Me oh wee oh oh My
The sky is blue when the guinea pigs fly
With top hat and vest here is elderly one, Guy.
Guess what? There’s a prissy monocle in his eye.
I have a friend named Archibald Green--
Strangest pig farmer I've ever seen.
Now, this weird friend of mine
Always transports his swine
In the back of his stretch limousine.
Every headline in the papers read...WAR!
Every member from the government said... MORE!
Every mother crying in her bed...IMPLORE!
Every soldier lying stone cold dead...WHAT FOR?
We are the pigs, mighty mighty pigs, not a stunt.
The Iron pigs, we play baseball daily, grunt grunt.
We play in Coca Cola Park, long after dark.
We are from Allentown, where you can hear our bark.
Avoid current politics please,
But that seems an impossibility, geez~
Seems better to remember
Old Miss Thompson’s advice:
Don’t talk politics if you can’t talk nice,
Or at least leave it ‘til November!
Piggies Pinky, Poinky, and Puck
were sloshing in the summery farmyard's murky muck.
It was the day before slaughter,
and they were enjoying the lukewarm water,
and the chorus of the cackly goose and the quaky duck.
SHORT-SIGHT IS NOT LIMITED TO PIGS
Swine scorn a pearl, greedily grubbing for truffles.
Their ignorant grunts are taken for granted.
They can’t see very much at all -
Pigs just can’t see beyond the next acorn.
Pigs are happy oinkers that don't wear wigs
Pugs on the other hand, confer
and humorously un-burr ;
One thing they got in common with pigs
they both don't smoke cigs.
and they both don't do gigs
March 12, 2019
Some are my best friends are pigs from the farm
Don't ever say that to a member of the local gendarme
The quickest way to handcuffs
Meals of mouse turds and stuff
Best bow and declare they have girlish charm?
I asked her out. D'ya think I have good chances?
She said, "yes, under certain circumstances:
if pigs fly or they have wings,
if they dances or if they sings,
and since I think that you're so cute,
I'll go out with you if they play flute."
Piggy is flying with his striped socks flashing the town.
Let’s not forget that crazy tail stated a disapproving clown.
His black and white wings are fluttering against the southern sky.
One question, a sheriff asked me “when did a pig fly and why?”
A politician will no longer tell a lie
Not another civilian in war will die
Indigenous peoples are given their land back
People of colour are no longer under attack
We stop polluting the sea and the sky
All this will happen when pigs start to fly.
Mad as hatters, fed on matters
Older than, mercury and time,
Reflects the way we were made
By nervous webs, being spun
Deep inside Minerva's mind;
Like the way, we came of age
In misty mornings, spent reflecting
On our losses and our gains.
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
Rudolph lost his red nose one day
Sneezed so hard, it flew far away
It landed on a pig
Who tried to fly, not dig
“When pigs fly”, he heard someone say
Heidi Sands
12/14/18
Placed 4th in Funny Reindeer Limerick Contest.
Jam jars are talking please be quiet as represention of a silver feather is held in radiating heat beams. Ooh amazing destitutions' of diva dogs drape digits dramas dramatically *** stupor sap salt salads. *** erogenously evenly distributed elements *** bean sprouts giggling *** mysterious monster moons. ***
Form:
Piglets and pigs are the picks of my pens
Practically perfect in ink
Parsimonious pip-squeaking partners
In pulchritudinous pink
Presumptuous porkers on pineapple pizzas
As porcupine people must think.
Submitted to the "Bite-size Poem #35" poetry contest
on February 4, 2022
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
He will sit upon a bridge and peer
Into nothing but the beauty of the natural
He will listen to nothing but silence
And observe the still
He will take in the words of the immortally wise,
Unbiased to every thorn on a rose
His heart will bright; open
The sun on a day of storm
He will be the source of all my exhilaration
Form:
I
Humans are divine, but watch & emulate pigs
II
We have body-vehicles; "I'm my car," is like thinking you are poultry
III
Scripture helps us recall our divinity (versus eating with pigs, as the fate of The rude spendthrift & HEIR in LUKE 15, teaches us)
IV
Earthly problems drag us to poultry level.
Recall you are an eagle; fly with eagles
We are the three little pigs, we are.
We come from another planet, past the Venus star.
We are fat and sassy, and enthusiastic too.
Unless you turn us into hot pork stew.
The pigs laughed and chuckled at the joke that day.
They had landed on earth in the month of May.
Having no idea that the possibility could come true.
These savage carnivores really ate pork stew.
Porky Pig was pale and thin
He was mostly bone and skin
Pigs are usually quite fat
Porky pig was far from that
He refused to eat pig swill
It made this pig feel weak and ill
Other pigs viewed him with scorn
He looked more like a sheep that was shorn
This pig had been wrongly named
Porky put other pigs to shame
For porky means one is fat
Porky pig was far from that