Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –
Keeping my paws on the nuts of the world!
Today is a day that was made for the most of us – Bad Poetry Day. There are some that just couldn’t make a rhyme if their life depended on it. That would be most of us here at the Hotel Thompson. We are just not made that way. But knowing that, we still had to publish Bad Poetry Day – a day that is perfect for us. So my friends, I present to you our edition of Bad Poetry Day. Forgive us now okay.
There once was a pig named Bacon
who wasn’t your standard pig at all.
His heart was always breakin’
because he didn’t have the gall.
The gall to ask Miss Piggy
to marry him and make his day.
He kept sayin’ it was no biggie
But his heart was always flown astray.