Randy Johnson


Those Damn Pigs Feet

Poem by Randy Johnson

All I want is something good to eat.
But all you ever serve are pigs feet.
I can't stand how they taste.
You'd better get them out of my face.
Those damn pigs feet gave me the gout.
If you serve them again, I'll throw you out.
You served them yesterday and you got very mad.
They made me sick and I puked on your mom and dad.
Your parents swore never to come to our house again.
I'm free of your pigs feet and your parents so I guess I win.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 1, 2011


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