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Poem Details | by
Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
funny, smile, sweet,
A life like a pig
Warm bath in my pink teacup
Is full of regret
24.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Poem Details | by
William Robinson |
Categories:
animals, children, funny, on work and working, people, friend,
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.
Poem Details | by
Sidney Beck |
Categories:
funny, mum,
THREE PIGS - THE EARLY DAYS
At first it was just a piglet and mum
And the pig-house had plenty of room
But when mum had another litter
They needed more than a pig baby-sitter
The rooms were just too full
And mum was glad when they went to school
But after school it was home again
And the overcrowding caused some pain.
So mum said you must go build houses three.
…and the rest is history .
Poem Details | by
Kenneth Fordham |
Categories:
food, funny,
Chickarrones for me,
Yankees say what oh my yuck,
Love eating pig skins.
Poem Details | by
Rebecca Beirne |
Categories:
animals, food, funny,
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
Poem Details | by
Randy Johnson |
Categories:
funny, hilarious, humor,
You lousy Pigs just gave me a speeding ticket.
I won't pay it, you know where you can stick it!
You lousy Pigs don't frighten me by putting your hands on your guns.
I'll kick you both in the nads and you'll be lying on the ground when I'm done.
I just mooned you and now I'm covering your ticket with pee.
Why the hell are you lousy Pigs slapping the handcuffs on me?
(This is a fictional poem.)
Poem Details | by
Robert Davidson |
Categories:
animals, funny, nature,
I received a cheque for three thousand pounds
For not rearing fifty pigs!
I laughed and I cried, I was aghast, so
I danced a little jig!
The difficulty is…. not knowing how
You keep a detailed account?
Of the pigs not reared in any one month,
It could be a large amount!
So I wrote and asked which pigs not to rear
Was it bacon or porkers as well?
Gloucesters and Saddlebacks were both rare breeds
As far as I could tell!
Do I get a large bonus for not rearing these?
Put me down for a hundred a night.
In six months or so a millionaire I’d become:
I won’t put up much of a fight!
Poem Details | by
Russell Sivey |
Categories:
funny, humorous,
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
Poem Details | by
Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories:
abuse, bullying, health, humor, integrity, love, usa,
If love is healthy
and health is love,
whether a screaming rabid eagle
or a peaceful mother dove,
then it matters,
whether you are a pitbull
or a kinda bitchy beagle,
When someone nominates for CEO
a person who flat out tells you
I am a pig,
and not only that,
I could fly like an eagle
if not for all you lumpen doves,
Run,
don't walk,
fly, if you can,
in most any other direction.
To do otherwise
is like saying healthy Earth
could be more lovely
if flying pigs
were plutocratic CEOs.
Poem Details | by
Indiana Shaw |
Categories:
animal, funny, humorous, miracle, satire,
Life is bloody amazing up here; I have never seen such a view
I have just wet my knickers, and I am about to follow through
I would have coped better; if only, I had known, I can really fly
But as I so accidentally fell off a cliff this really was my first try
Farmer McLeod is having kittens; he has just lost his prize pig
But I’m up here doing skydives, and couldn’t give a friggin’ fig
You can take back all the rumours; that pigs in reality can’t fly
But just hold on there isn't that pig poop you have in your eye
Poem Details | by
Randy Johnson |
Categories:
funny, husband, wife, parents, me, parents,
(This is a fictional poem)
All I want is something good to eat.
But all you ever serve are pigs feet.
I can't stand how they taste.
You'd better get them out of my face.
Those damn pigs feet gave me the gout.
If you serve them again, I'll throw you out.
You served them yesterday and you got very mad.
They made me sick and I puked on your mom and dad.
Your parents swore never to come to our house again.
I'm free of your pigs feet and your parents so I guess I win.
Poem Details | by
Fire Bird |
Categories:
animal, fun, giggle,
Would you, would you, so...?
Would you lie in a pigsty?
Would you, would you, NO