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.
Piglove 
onespoiledcat
08/18/2016 at 1:02 pm
Awwwwww…broken-hearted Bacon…..I am SURE that Miss Piggy would fall madly in love with you if she knew about you, I don’t think this is a BAD poem at all……..it’s fab!
Hugs, Sammy
Piglove
08/18/2016 at 1:41 pm
aaww shuffles hooves. Thanks cousin. My heart is and will always be with my first love, Miss Piggy. XOXO – Bacon
speedyrabbit
08/18/2016 at 1:29 pm
Aww Bacon I am sure Miss piggy would just love you if you asked her,xx Speedy
Piglove
08/18/2016 at 1:41 pm
I’ve sent her letters.. no replies. Darn that little green frog! Snorts with piggy laughter. XOXO – Bacon
databbiesotrouttowne
08/18/2016 at 2:05 pm
dood…we think yur poem rocks N we bet miss piggy wood think sew two ~~~~~ ♥♥♥
Piglove
08/18/2016 at 2:35 pm
aaww piggy blushes. Thanks my sweet friend. XOXO – Bacon
franhunne4u
08/18/2016 at 2:20 pm
There once was a Bacon in the US of A
whose wandering thoughts always went astray
he tried hard to catch up
and tried hard to match up
but did he succeed? No way!
We call this a limerick, my friend. It’s usually a little more naughty than this.
There once was a girl named June
who danced when she heard a tune
she danced waltzes and tango
and even Fandango
but then she sang and the fun ended soon.
There once was a squirrel named Rocky
who behaved in a way we call cocky
he chatted up birds
and called them his girls
till the rooster came round and knocked he
There once was a cat named Hemingway
who heard about suicidal lemmings, ey
so he put up a sign
“Polish my teeth till they shine”
but none of those lemmings went this way
There once was a dog called Houdini
who loved his fur well groomed and clean-y
he went to the barber
the one in the harbour
as they knew there how to deal with a meany.
I think I have run out of inspiration now … And if some things do not rhyme well – after all this is BAD poetry day!
Piglove
08/18/2016 at 2:36 pm
Snorts with piggy laughter. BRAVO – BRAVO my sweet friend. Fantastic you are on this day! XOXO – Bacon
franhunne4u
08/18/2016 at 2:46 pm
*takes a bow*
I’m here all week.
jansfunnyfarm
08/18/2016 at 3:58 pm
Uh, what can we say? We admire your courage! Yes, that’s it. We admire your courage. 🙂
We can tell you had fun with this. We do too at times.
Piglove
08/18/2016 at 4:55 pm
Snorts with piggy laughter. XOXO – Bacon
evilsquirrel13
08/18/2016 at 5:28 pm
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Poetry sucks
So this rhyme is through!
Piglove
08/19/2016 at 10:21 am
Snorts with piggy laughter. So awesome my evil friend. XOXO – Bacon
Nylabluesmum
08/19/2016 at 5:13 pm
Say rocky that iss a purrty good poe-em…
Bet mee Unccle Bacon like id ALOT!!!
**paw patsss** Siddhartha Henry =^,.^=
gentlestitches
08/19/2016 at 7:05 pm
Great poem. If she met you she would love you. Here is mine.
I have my very own piggynew
Bacon is his name.
pattern writing he inspired me to,
and now my designs have acclaim.
(thousands not millions but not too shabby!) ❤
Piglove
08/19/2016 at 7:52 pm
Aaww. I love you Auntie Sharon. That’s the bestest! XOXO – Bacon