Mr. Piggy had a curl in his Tail
That is a very small Detail
His two big floppy Ears
Did grow for Six Years
The tail as well, but it stayed Small
Now Mr. Piggy as the name Says
Ate and Ate until it was to Late
His belly hung on the Floor
And he kept eating More & More
He even couldn't get out the Friggin Door
Now the farmer took Pity
And stuck a Mussel on Mr. Piggy
There is a Morel Here
Being a big fat Pig, there is no Glory
But that's not the end of our Story
Mr. Piggy went on Therapy
Now he looks like you and Me
Short, and pleasantly Plump
And a happy Old Chump
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved your poem, it was funny and very light hearted. Your comments have been so kind. Sincerely Yours, Donna