Short Pigsty Poems

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


Oink You Ashamed?

The sow looked at the piglets,
And grunted, with a big sigh,
"You kids are so darn messy!
This place looks like a pigsty."
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Premium Member City Life

Chasing the Goodlife
Traveling far in packed trains
Wonder why I can’t see sky

Narrow lanes, pigsty
Close my eyes to begging kids
Needy, feeling within me.

CITY LIFE
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 2.11.2020
Form: Sedoka

Premium Member Cletus O'Toole Yearns To Fly

Cletus O'Toole had always yearned to fly

   He joined the Air Force to give it a try

      He tried a daring chandelle

         It didn't go all that well

            Cletus crashed in the muck of a pigsty
Form: Limerick

Premium Member I Am Alone In This Nonsense

I said good-bye to my do-or-die.
My pigsty attached to my left eye.
Are you shy? Asked my guy Nigh.
Why should I try? I asked with a sigh.

You make little sense said my cousin Cy.
Hi I yelled as I skated past this spy.
Did you want pie? Math asked so sly.
You mean pi? I returned, flying high.
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member With the Birds

more to life than meets the eye ~ said the blind man who slipped in a pigsty 

but some swine oinked pigs might fly ~ this trip up will cause a huge overfly 

and sure enough as days went by ~ eyes appeared damn vultures in the sky 

the lesson learnt here don’t ask why ~ sh!t just happens when in oversupply
Form: Monoku


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 Opaqueness of Faith

They've been talking about the end times
since the beginning of time.
The will of fear is to keep us in line.
Will I be cherry-picked for heaven
or tossed to the pigsty.

I have an opaque flavor of faith.
Never fully believing in divine things. 
That I've never really felt or seen.
So, I'll probably be going down fast.
When all the carnage and $hit hits the fan.
but for now, I'm riding dorsal fin waves. 
Lighting the fuses and having a blast.
Form: Rhyme

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