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In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!"
"They want my bacon slice by slice
"To sell at a tremendous price!
"They want my tender juicy chops
"To put in all the butcher's shops!
"They want my pork to make a roast
"And that's the part'll cost the most!
"They want my sausages in strings!
"They even want my chitterlings!
"The butcher's shop! The carving knife!
"That is the reason for my life!"
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
"I had a fairly powerful hunch
"That he might have me for his lunch.
"And so, because I feared the worst,
"I thought I'd better eat him first."
Roald Dahl
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Sabrina :)
(6/23/2009 8:36:00 PM) |
I simply love Roald Dahl. Is there such a word to describe him? In respect of him, i will make a word up!
Roald Dahl is zingtoppoling!
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Derek Laforest
(2/26/2008 12:33:00 AM) |
I had to do a poem but this was to long so i couldnt do it...i wanted to but i just couldnt.......boo hoo
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Derek Laforest
(2/26/2008 12:31:00 AM) |
I like pie but not all the time.........ching chong patawon.....is this a poem or is it chicken mc nuggets i mean jeez louise! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I like cheese as well as pie so BAM in your face you dingaling
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X X
(2/22/2008 3:29:00 AM) |
i used to listen to this on my Roal Dahl tapes when i was a kid: D
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Leslie Wong
(2/13/2008 12:09:00 AM) |
I had to do a report about a 20 line long poem about animals, there were few, but I found this marvelous poem written by Roald Dahl, I loved his books, it was funny and a lot of fun. I just knew he was a poet when I saw this poem, it had a story-like structure, but it was written in a poem that pretty much rymes.
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Sophie Mayes
(2/7/2008 7:33:00 AM) |
Some people have missed the point here. Roald Dahl's poems are fun, as is this one. Poetry doesnt have to be about finding oneself all the time and delving into the deeper being.
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Sophie Mayes
(2/7/2008 7:32:00 AM) |
Some people have missed the point here. Roald Dahl's poems are fun, as is this one. Poetry doesnt have to be about finding oneself all the time and delving into the deeper being.
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Jason Moore
(7/2/2007 11:33:00 AM) |
Here is a pig with an enormous intellect: 'He's worked out sums inside his head. There isn't a book he hasn't read.' His powers of reasoning are superior, indeed, a master of his mind. But there's one thing he hasn't mastered, and that's his own unruly passions, his deeper, irrational self. This is a sobering truth. No matter how advanced man becomes, he is still a slave to himself. He still cannot control his own heart and its autonomous will toward self-destruction and survival. Roald Dahl often misses the mark with his poetry, but this one of his stronger pieces, by far.
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