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barbsdad2003

Oct 03, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

whyn't pigs fly?

we analyze,

thus earn the prize:

a small child cries,

red trucks come rigs.

we don our wigs,

a tater fries,

the shovel digs.

we dance our jigs

and twirl our twigs.

a finder spies,

a good gad flies;

and why not pigs?

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18 years 7 months ago

A para-cliche Poet

or maybe a Proxyche A pork rib tickler! In crayon, IKnow...

Q

18 years 7 months ago

wow

this has quite the "jig" to it, a subtle but wonderful rhythm. it's almost as though you're saying: all these mundane things go on, we assume so much, so why can't the pigs fly? and i agree. a superbly constructed poem which uses the ordinary to open up for the fantastic. great job.