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.
The sow looked at the piglets,
And grunted, with a big sigh,
"You kids are so darn messy!
This place looks like a pigsty."
Categories:
pigsty, animals, children, funny,
Form:
I do not know?
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
Categories:
pigsty, city, life,
Form:
Sedoka
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
Categories:
pigsty, flying, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
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.
Categories:
pigsty, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th
Form:
Monorhyme
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
Categories:
pigsty, humorous, irony, word play,
Form:
Monoku
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.
Categories:
pigsty, animal, kids, funny, humorous, nonsense, pets, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
They've been talking about the end times
since the beginning of our 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 things
that I've never really felt or seen.
So, I'll probably be going down fast
when all the carnage and chaos hit the fan.
but for now, I'm riding dorsal fin waves
lighting the fuse and consuming the blast.
Categories:
pigsty, faith,
Form:
Rhyme