Pig Poems

Pig Poem: Sausage

John Banister Tabb

We are ground, but no more grounded
In our family affairs:
What is found, is so confounded
That no Sausage longer cares
To determine how or what he
Owes the family of Pork,
In the pens of Cincinnati,
Of Chicago, or New York.

Pig Poem: Hogs

Alfred Hitch

Johnson feeds his hog to fatness
    For the the killing in the fall.
To the pen he comes and feeds him
    As he answers to his call,
Looks and smiles his satisfaction,
    And the hog, he grunts in kind—
Neither seeing, neither knowing,
    They alike are brute and blind.

Pig Poem: The Pig By Robert Southey

Jacob, I do not love to see thy nose
Turned up in scornful curve at yonder pig.
It would be well, my friend, if we, like him,
Were perfect in our kind. And why despise
The sow—born grunter ? He is obstinate,
Thou answerest; ugly; and the filthiest beast
That banquets upon offal. Now I [...]

Pig Poem: Love Lays And Lyrics Of A. P. I. G. By Thomas Hood

Accordingly, with very great propriety,
She joined the H. N. B., and double S.,
That is—Hog’s Norton Blue Stocking Society;
And saving when her Pa his pigs prohibited,
Contributed
Her pork and poetry towards the mess.

This feast, we said, one Friday was the case,
When Farmer Grayley—from Macbeth to quote—
Screwing his courage to [...]

Pig Poem: The Cup Of Life By Archibald Lampman

One after one the high emotions fade;
    Time’s wheeling measure empties and refills
    Year after year; we seek no more the hills
That lured our youth divine and unafraid,
But swarming on some common highway, made
    Beaten and smooth, plod onward with blind feet
    And only where the crowded crossways meet
We halt and question, anxious and dismayed.
Yet can [...]

Pig Poem: Ode To The Pig: His Tail By Walter R. Brooks

My tail is not impressive
But it’s elegant and neat.
In length it’s not excessive —
I can’t curl it round my feet —
But it’s awfully expressive,
And its weight is not excessive,
And I don’t think it’s conceit,
Or foolishly possessive
If I state with some agressiveness
that it’s the final master touch
That makes a pig complete.

Pig Poem: The Lament Of Toby – The Learned Pig By Thomas Hood

O Heavy day! oh day of woe!
    To misery a poster,
Why was I ever farrow’d— why
    Not spitted for a roaster?

In this world, pigs, as well as men,
    Must dance to fortune’s fiddlings,
But must I give the classics up,
    For barley-meal and middlings?

Of what avail that I could spell
    And read just like my betters,
If I must come to this [...]

Pig Poem: The Piglet’s Death By M. Pouvoisin

Of birth renowned, entitled well to boast,
    And reared with care, the little pig is dead:
We sorrow, but we scent the savoury roast,
    And mix a bumper while our tears we shed.
We loved him, silky-soft, and plump, and fine,
    And now that he has felt the crisping fire
We wait his soul and body to enshrine, [...]

Pig Poem: The Pigtail By Adelbert Von Chamisso

There lived a sage in days of yore,
And he a handsome pigtail wore;
But wondered much, and sorrowed more,
Because it hung behind him.

He mused upon this curious case,
And swore he’d change the pigtail’s place,
And have it hanging at his face,
Not dangling there behind him.

Says he, “The mystery I’ve found;
I’ll [...]

Pig Poem: The Spectre Pig -a Ballad- By Oliver Wendell Holmes

IT was the stalwart butcher man,
    That knit his swarthy brow,
And said the gentle Pig must die,
    And sealed it with a vow.

And oh! it was the gentle Pig
    Lay stretched upon the ground,
And ah! it was the cruel knife
    His little heart that found.

They took him then, those wicked men,
    They trailed him all along;
They [...]