The day pigs fly will be a terrible mess.
The world will stop in its distress.
People doing unheard of things,
all because pigs sprouted wings.
Children stayed up all night.
Pickiters went to frontlines to fight.
Men of all ages went to operas and ballets,
and no one bought a single chererolet.
A prissy girl milked the cow.
Yhe vain and conceited took a humble bow.
Turtles spoke with an intellegence.
To the genious, nothing made sense.
Children ate icecream, chocolate, and cake,
for breakfast, lunch, supper, and break,
and siblings somehow shared everything.
And the United States appointed a king!
Sound as it seem it'd happen,
if those pigs started flappin'
The unexplainable consequences would reign.
We'd lose our minds and the crazy become sane.
Author notes
This is the cuplet I turned in. It's a cutsey make-me-barf poem, but I still like it because it's mine. I hear "when pigs fly" once and a while, and if pigs evolved into flying creatures, hell would have then froze over.
Please tell me what you think
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very very very very fantastic
wicked..(out dated saying) meaning brilliant
I think King or Queen of america could work
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I don't like it. but thank you.
I had a vision when I started and because I had to do stupid cuplets it's not what I wanted.
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Bah, coulda been better, but I liked it anways. Good job.
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Sweet...
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