Twenty Little Poetry Projects

Twenty Little Poetry Projects

Pigs are four-legged creatures, who also have a set of wings

Ya right, when pigs begin ascending into the air

Pigs are as stubborn as Trump, making the faces and all

Pigs are as pink as a newly born baby girl

Yet they get as dirty as the tire of a Monster Trunk in a rally

Their oinks are as mellow and monotone as someone using sarcasm

But they are abrupt as a hiccup

A pig’s belly when hungry, growls as loud as mixing the colors green and purple

I once knew a pig named Cornelius, who lived in Amsterdam

But he never oinked mellowly

But enough of Cornelius, I never liked him anyway

If had to go on a date with a pig, I would most likely yak

But whatever yaks must always yak a masterpiece

“But he was like, no, I actually really liked Nickleback.”

Thats when I knew I had to leave that date

but as they always say, the tasteful pig of wisdom hold more than they eye beholds

This pig was a great source of warm, smooth, creamy milk though

The pig loved to tango, especially when on the dance floor

But he was no match for Scooters dance skills

Little did they know they would have to battle for the ultimate tango dance floor challenge

This challenge would produce silent cheers from the crowd

This challenge would leave the two draining all of their time into the floor

Es una reto el tango bailarines no les gusta

The floor would be crying from being stomped on so hard

In the end, the one who’s leg extends the longest, who’s smile shines the brightest, and who’s hips lie the least will come out and rain as victorious