The Piggy Poem

16 02 2017

Recently, I was invited to speak at a conference a couple hours drive away so, I grabbed one of our company cars to make the drive. Only problem was, the radio wasn’t working. This gave me two hours of road noise. I really don’t mind the silence because it gives me a chance to think. Sometimes, in times like that, I get creative thoughts. I was able to create the following poem which I call the Piggy Poem. The mind can be a crazy thing.

 

The Piggy Poem  

Five little piggyspiggie-toes

That’s one plus four

Each one smaller

Than the one next door

One is at the market

Another’s at home

While the third one’s eating roast beef

All alone

And the other two piggys

Are try’n to figure out

How a little piggy

Eats meat with no snout.

They keep them piggys hidden

Inside of a shoe

And they might let ‘em out

After a day or two.

And when they let them piggys out again

They’ll smell like little piggys

In a little piggy pen

Then piggy mom and piggy dad

Gonna say

How come you piggys smell so bad?

Then the piggys’ll say

Well you’ stink too

If you were living

Inside a shoe

So the lesson for piggy mom

And piggy pop

If you want your piggys to smell good

You gotta wear flip-flops.

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