The Pink Pig…

Mr. K has yet to say,

What color his pig was that he did lay,

I know for a fact it was pink,

The same color of the elephants I’ve seen,

On those days when I used to try to pickle my spleen…

Poor little piggy, was a virgin before he did meet,

This man from the north who “porked” him in his seat,

He ran home to his mommy, screaming and oinking,

Momma, momma, this man would not stop me, boinking…

There, there little one, he will get his too one day,

That day being now, I did receive a note from his momma, a gray,

She requested that I put out in the open all the dirty details,

Of this mans atrocities on her little piggy, he straightened the piggies curly que,

She was quite upset, her little piggy no longer having a curly tail…

                        © ed ~ 9/26/04