Nobody loves me
Grunted the pig
I’m fat and muddy
And I don’t give a fig
I live down the garden
In a pig-sty
Nobody visits me
I don’t know why
No one takes me
out for a walk
Or talk’s to me
Like they do to the dog
Or found me a name
Like they did for the cat
Strokes or cuddles me
I would like that
Someone should love me
But if they did
That would not change me
I’d still be a pig.
©B Evans
A contest entry
- Shel Silverstein by RatherImaginative.
875 points, ended December 3, 2007, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is great, I LMAO, it is well orchestrated and well written as well, congrats on the silver but i would have given it gold.
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Pigs get something of a bum rap, don't they?
But there was always Wilbur and Fern . . . This piece emulates Shel's style wonderfully. My only suggestion for improvement is that the apostrophe in "talk's" is not needed. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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