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Purcy Flaherty Mar 2018
I know that you love me and it feels just fine baby when you squeeze me tight,
I know that you love me and it feels just fine baby when you turn out that light,
Yes I know that you love me honey and it’s true it feels kind of funny;
But hay! we’re going to make like bunnies just wait a minute honey while I sing this song!

I know that you love me and it feels just fine baby when you squeeze me tight,
I know that you love me and it feels just fine baby when you turn out that light,
Yes I know that you love me honey and it’s true it feels kind of funny;
But hay! we’re going to make like bunnies just wait a minute honey while I get it on!

I know that you love me and it feels just fine baby when you squeeze me tight,
I know that you love me and it feels just fine baby when you turn out that light,
And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight seconds may go by as I sing to you
This sweet lullaby! This sweet lullaby! This sweet lullaby! For you!

Youtube link to song
https://youtu.be/jMRkB40O-PQ
Youtube link to song
https://youtu.be/jMRkB40O-PQ
Lemon Wren Dec 2017
My turtle is left handed
(Or footed, I should say)
He cooks and eats and plays guitar
All night and yes, all day.

My rabbit is a weird one,
Her fur a shade of blue.
Though on Tuesdays, it turns yellow.
I don't know what to do.

My prize pig would be normal,
Though I tell you with a sigh,
He blows raspberry bubbles,
A mile wide and high.
Hasan Aspahani Jul 2017
How Can a Moon Make a Shadow from a Boar's Body in a Forest Feeling The Entire Night?

2. Is the River in The Forest Choosing Himself Where He Was Turning or He Should Ask the Wild Boar Frequently Crossing It?

3. How Many Wild Boars in The Forest Have Ever Realized That There is Always a Moon-shaped Shadow from its Body?

4. If the Boar is Dead, Is the Shadow Dead or Staying and Hiding in The Shadow of The Forest?

5. Has The Wild Boar Ever Thinking That Moon Is a Boar Stuck at the Elevation Then Slept and Sleep Is On?

6. Is the Forest to Which There is No Boar Still Worthy to be Called Forest? Why No Boar Moon? Night Boar?

7. Can Later When I Die and Bury in the Forest, Then from My Grave Go Out a Wild Boar Without Shadow?
Zero Nine May 2017
Mind the sprouts
Pass on the egg
That's mayonaise
See, I'm fat
Don't want that
For you

Beef and pork
Friends cow and pig
My dividends:
Lunchtime.
Dinnertime.
To feed

Order the billy club
Then masticate
Avoid the tuna fish
Avoid the weight
....
DARACHA Jan 2017
CYBER PIG

-and there he was again
Breathing FIRE over someone..
(( PIG began to tell the story of his night: the chance he gave her, how she made him wait, only to reject him ))
..Wanting me to cool him and soothe his hurt.
..she made you wait? Oh.
..should laugh out loud (can't)
   I knew all about waiting.  
~ My thoughts :  
   * I recalled waiting hundreds of times for you.. (One time sharply in my mind -waiting for days for you, when you made me believe that you were taking your own life. Your blame heavy upon me, your death. Those days were a living hell. I could not help; could not find you..) *

I had plentiful icebergs in my heart to accommodate
              CYBER PIG
For, he had left me cold cold
H
Kewayne Wadley Jan 2017
Once upon a time
There once lived a swine.
He loved to travel.
Unraveling himself in solemn novel.
Along with a apple.
He'd often babble.
With a book won from raffle,
He'd stand bowleg and baffled.
He'd often tattle
Not meaning to ramble.
Standing bowleg and baffled.
His face a smooth red cackle.
The look on his face outdone.
The zipper on his pants came undone.
Far from the favorite son
Those whom seen would make fun.
Of a swine whom despised bacon kind.
Losing peace of mind.
He soon became unkind.
Confined by bacon kind.
He'd straighten a leather belt
Soon a hand seldom dealt.
Soon a bag of rind.
Some kind of stew, cordon bleu.
With much displeasure.
Read the obituary.
And to think its almost February
Blossom Nov 2016
There was an old man on my street,
Who resembled a pig made for meat;
He cussed and he drank
He fought and he stank,
'till a car squished him into concrete!
Àŧùl Oct 2016
As you are a sow,
So a piglet will you reap.
As you are a pretty sow,
So a boar you will let you keep.
As you are a filthy sow now,
So a true human will call you cheap.
As you are another sow,
So a burr or oink will you beep.
As you are a sow,
So a boar will go deep.
I am a human being,
I give up on you.

HP Poem #1165
©Atul Kaushal
a ham Apr 2016
you were once
a pig
a living,
breathing,
organism

but now
all you are
is a ham
a single slice
of processed deli meat

on your own,
not nearly enough
to ever
be *satisfied
the only added ingredients for this ham is my salt over the name i was given by this site
Today,
is 4/6/16.
It is 7:46 pm.
And my childhood friend
just died
41 minutes ago.
No lie,
no joke.
I cry as I write this one,
my eyes are probably swollen,
and I know
he wouldn't want me to cry.
But,
I look at the pictures I have of him,
how he seemed so happy.
I held him in my arms,
just hoping he'd eat something,
at 5:10 pm today.
He hadn't been eating for days,
he couldn't stand up.
My friend's name was scooter.
Scooter was the best pet I could have asked for.
He was the main attraction at my home,
because he was a pig.
Such a lovable pig.
He was just like a dog, but better.
That pig could make me smile any day.
He used to dance.
He used to oink so cutely.
I am gonna miss him for sure.
I just know it.
With that, I end this one.
With tears in my eyes,
I wish you a final goodbye.
I will always love you, buddy.
R.I.P
my dear, dear scooter.
For my pet pig scooter, who died today. Please wish him your best,
as he experiences whatever may be next. I guess I could use some encouragement right now. I grew up with him
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