Oinkers R Us
Oct 07, 2022 by Bonnie R Sargent
Oinkers R Us
My segment of the population
Was cursed at birth,
With a distance up and down
That is less than my girth.
I jiggle as I waddle,
And I nearly down the bridge.
But boy you ought to see me
As I hurry to the fridge!
Then the dishes rattle
As they rest there on the shelves,
The floor joists groan and whimper,
As they try to save themselves.
The plates are mostly broken,
But it really doesn’t matter.
They’re just too doggone skimpy,
So I always use a platter.
Come join me at my table,
And ignore the others’ scoff.
And admit that Oinkers R Us,
As we dine here at the trough.
