5 thoughts on “Piggy Poetry – National Poetry Month April 16 2020”

  1. The piggy that went to the market
    Was a rover who never could park it.
    The piggy that stayed at home,
    Was a loner who seldom did roam.
    The one that ate the roast beef,
    Well, secretly he was a thief!
    That’s why the fourth had none,
    But he’ll never admit what he’s done.
    And the piggy who cried “Whee”
    Knows and tells all those secrets, you see!

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  2. Pingback: The Last Pig | Bartholomew Barker, Poet

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