January 19, 2008 at 6:59 pm Leave a comment

 I gave my old head a wiggle

(or, as some folks might say, a viggle)

Out rolled a poem not too biggle

That just might give some folks a giggle

Concerning a little pink piggle

So cute he would make people sniggle

Stuck cuz his rump was too biggle

He wagged his pork butt with a wriggle

Looked like we may have to diggle

He then gave an extra big jiggle

A squeeze, a zag and a ziggle

And was free, not caring a figgle

Funny or not, we shan’t niggle

‘Bout thoughts of this fat little piggle.


Entry filed under: Writing.

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