Pigs Might Fly

[Peter Voice]

I'm currently working on a project to install a major art installation in the children's wards of my local hospital. It involves 30-40 sculptured "Flying Pigs" that will be suspended from the ceilings of the wards and a set of giant "fantasy" photos of the pigs flying around some of the world's great landmarks.
More details can be found at http://www.chalkcircle.com.au/flyingpig/index.html it's only the begining of the site but at least it has more detail. The project is designed to generate ongoing funds, half of which is for essential equipment and the other half to facilitate fun (esp. performance and art experiences) for the kids stuck there.

What I'm looking for is contributions of limericks and poems, about the concept of "Flying Pigs", that any-one might like to offer to the project.

I begin by offering this Haiku

Flying Pigs eat bad dreams
and NEVER poo.
but they do fart laughing gas.

Remember guys, people hanging out in this place (kids and adults alike) are stressed and the idea is humour and hope. (but kids sure do love good potty humour)
It is a given that we will of course use anything good that gets put up here but at least we'll give you a credit.

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[Mr.Taxi Trix]

I once knew a pig, decent guy,
and asked him one day, eye to eye,
would you like a finger lickin'
tray of microwave chicken?
He said "I'll eat that when I fly."

[Jenny]

My cat only looks down on me.
My dog only looks up to me.
I need a pig I can look strait in the eye!

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Have I told you my friend of the magical day
when I went to the West Cornwall Fair?

There were hot air balloons, and carnival rides, and booths with such wild things to wear.

There were jugglers and dancers and magic magicians and even an acrobat pair.

I tell you the place was alive with sweet wonder, and many's the time I did stare...

at the gypsy caravan wagon train carnival riddled with theater rare,

and at Ripstop the comical handwalking talespinning clown with the crazy red hair

(Plus his partner old Mr Jinx Funbones the bouncing calliope player was there.)

But of all these sweet sights my good fortune bestowed me I must say I most truly care

for the mystical light leaping vision of pigs lifting off with their wings in the air.



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[Mr.Taxi Trix]

I knew a girl named Stockingpuff who juggled seven balls

and my friend Karla says she saw a duck who walked through walls.

The stereo in my sister's room plays music you can see

and every thirteenth Friday my friend Elmer likes to flee.

He floats up high above the world and listens to the stars

Cavorts and frolics musically like hands on good guitars.

So don't let people whisper "You can't do that" in your ear.

A bunch of folks told Elmer that, he heard it loud and clear.

"Everyone knows pigs can't fly" they told him as he tried

(for my friend Elmer is a pig, it cannot be denied.)

Instead of listening to their talk, old Elmer heard his heart

and now he listens to the stars, and hears it when they fart.

I also know a cat who plays the flute nice as you like

a girl who crossed the frozen Nile on her green mountain bike

a guy who says he won't grow up and every year grows younger

a real tall clown who gets people to laugh at his own hunger

a fiddling bird, 2 balancing cows, a wheeling laughing comet

a dancing partner who steals the show although he's just a puppet

a man who befriended butterflies and a woman who plays with fire

a friend who teaches stones to talk, and a lady who walks a wire.

But you won't meet them if you believe what people insist is real.

They only visit with open minds, and they know: they can feel.

tt

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[Mr.Taxi Trix]

When pigs fly the world is a magicwoven place

we don't need to be hemmed in by rules

clinging tight to what's right doesn't work in this space

where the real wisdom comes from the fools.

So come on lets let go of our limits today

and cavort all unhindered by truth.

Let these airhopping pigs on the wing lead the way

before we get long in the tooth.

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[Mr.Taxi Trix]

The secret is big of Sowly the pig, so you must keep it close to your heart.

She knows how to fly and her wings are not why, there is something more deep to her art.

She told me one day of the magical way that she learned how to get a good start.

To push herself up she just shouts a loud "HUP!" and rips out a big juicy fart.

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[Mr.Taxi Trix]

I wish I was a flying pig on wide wings white and strong, I would soar through clouds and watch them from above.

I'd shake hands with the seagull, tip my hat to every eagle, I would give a magic smile to every dove.

I'd visit you with skyswept skin and bring you cloudkissed grins, I'd bring two wings to fit you like a glove.

Then you could come and join me, we would pair up in the air and holding hands, cover the earth all wrapped in love.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

There once was a pig with a plight

who ate too much fig one warm night.

She stood by a cart

and ripped a huge fart

which sent her way big into flight.

[nick nickolas]

There was an old sow made of wood

And try as much as she could

She just could not fly

And did not know why

She just stood on the matlepiece where she stood

[nick nickolas]

There once was a pig that could fly

Higher than all in the sky

One day so high he touched the sun

And bless my socks the deed was done

For into strips of bacon he did fry

[nick nickolas]

I wish I was a pig

Fat and bigger than big

To be able to fly so high

Tears of exaltation I would cry

To be a pig, that's gotta be the gig!

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

pig aloft pig aloft
tell me the news
what from up in the clouds do you hear?

pink and soft pig aloft
what are your views
on the fearsome concerns we hold dear?




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[Mr.Taxi Trix]

a whisperfish and a painting duck collapsed into a heap

how odd it was, they both were struck, that normal creatures keep

to laws designed to make sure that the universe can sleep

while meanwhile pigs can fly, what an enormous intellectual leap!

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

O my pig, good sir pig, I am thoroughly vexed at the height you enjoy on this day.
Your unusual position has me quite perplexed, how did you quit the ground in this way?

How were you set aloft with your skin pink and soft, how was such a huge form thusly lifted?

You are chubby and round, how did you quit that ground with your girth so enormously gifted?

“My friend Nick did the trick.” Said old pink with a wink as he carried me up in good fun.

“He is magic, of course, and his trick with the horse had us sweep it at sixty to one!”



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