Thanks for being tolerant of my many a PIGgy habit
And for my PORKiness 'cause I'm too lazy to keep fit
You never told me you're BOARed with my stuff
I can't stop PIGging out and never said, 'enough'
You never complained that I HOG the limelight
Always ready to give way to my PIG-headed pride
You often have to put up with my HAMmy action
But when things got hot you're ready to save my BACON
And for the years of sharing with me this little PIG pen
I can't thank you enough for PIGking me as a friend
Grab me by the hand, not by my rear end...
haha...worth sending to my sisters! thanks, lianchye! Ü
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha, I love humor on this poem; thanks for sharing :)
ReplyDeletehahaha glad to know you like it...
ReplyDeleteguess what piggy said when caught by the tail?
Ha-ha-ha..
ReplyDeleteu born in the year of pig?
ReplyDeletehahahaha very nice...i cant wait to have my own baby piggy...(debut in midMay)
ReplyDeletenope...just decided it's piggy's year and make light of it. sort of just played around with different descriptions. I came in the year of one who keeps sticking out his forked tongue but doesn't say anything.
ReplyDeletei'm the one born in the year of pig..;P
ReplyDeletemy father and my brother too!
ReplyDelete....and maybe that's why I'm fond of saying things with double meaning..heheh
ReplyDelete:)
ReplyDeleteAnswer: "This is the End of me!"
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