While feeling like a little pig . . .

It’s okay to tell me that you love me,
so certainly tell me how you feel.
I won’t squeal. (Then, again, maybe I will.)
You’re not particular about your sty
but make my ears twitch. I’m in the pink!
Truly in love, I no longer stink.
Pretty and perky, for you I’m all ears.
Hope it rains so we can roll in the mud;
like watching you wallow and chew on crud.
Jealous ones told me that you were a ham--
ham’s on the table. My man is spam!
Spread your red grin be it jelly or jam!
It’s okay to tell me that you love me.
It’s okay to tell me how you feel.
I won’t squeal. (Then, again, maybe I will.)