Pigs Might Fly

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Ten thousand titmice in the Tennessee Valley took turns tilting topsy and skew.
While perchance past Pittsburgh perfect pigs pushed parameters past par and flew.
I was stuck in a car far apart from my heart door ajar with a mar on my star,
While these animal games all remained quite the same, none to blame, its inane to impart!
I just wish I could fly, with this sty in my eye I’m grounbound as any hound found around.
And the sound pound for pound of these antics I’ve found has me clowned and confounded all around.



[This message has been edited by Mr.Taxi Trix (edited 01-15-2002).]

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

A brisk, enchanted, shiny pig took to the sky one day
No envelopes or office work stood looming in her way.
She whisked over the city buildings, turning several heads
And flew like wind unchained above the children in their beds.

She kissed the sky and listened to the music of the spheres
While passing over London she was met with whoops and cheers.
Her wings got tired and so she wheeled it hard left to her home
And jumped right in her bed with her pig boyfriend, John Jerome.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

A pig with a wig danced a jig on a sprig
as a dog in the bog chased a frog.
And an elephant gray paid the way to the play
While a bird with one word took a turd.

Said the pig “I’m alright, lets not fight, I feel light”
As the others observed and he swerved
All in pink from the brink of the sink he did wink
Spread his wings, grabbed his things, bada bing.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

On a summer eve night, South of France,
In the midmorning after a dance
Fourteen pigs flew away
After tea in mid day
And not one of them wore underpants.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

One day when my dreams were ignited,
All candles inside were well lighted,
I asked Joe Pig “Hey guy,
How is it that you fly?”
He said “Usually, I’m on United.”

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

A starbound young pig took a flight just today to the envy of Winslow the bird.
(who holds himself two or three steps above pigs and who really is just such a turd.)

As he saw our good pig cruising into the air (what a hefting laborious endeavor)
Young Winslow said “Ha! Just come sit on this wire!” and thought himself thoroughly clever.

But old Fate can’t resist a good laugh to this day and young Winslow was saddened to see

As he looked up a package came down from pig’s butt and it certainly wasn’t just pee.

[Peter Voice]

Thank you, all. You're making us laugh and it is exactly what I hoped for. We are going to steal every good bit and if the kids don't laugh, we'll tell them it's yours.
Please give me more. I'll email every-one privately if we are going to publish any thing you wrote.


Taxi Trix, you're quite a mix
Your rhymes are a quite a challenge to Nick's,
Whilst you understand that life is tragic,
You both believe in real magic.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

“If I were a fish I would certainly not whisper”
Said the proper goose Molly one day.
“If I was an otter, I wouldn’t play chess,
not a single quick game would I play.”

“If you were a foxhound, would you wear a bra?”
asked her tea partner Jilly the bear.
“What mischief is that? Surely not!” snapped our goose
as she primped up her tightly-bunned hair.

Just then overhead Willard Pig flew on by with a heavy but not unkind sigh.
Both the girls were awakened to wonder again: it intruded as Willard flew by.

Molly blushed, quite abashed of a sudden to see how her life had become rather tight
(but our Molly is not so aloof and removed that she doesn’t see when there’s a sight.)

With a cough and a shimmer she offered a glimmer of gold from her old Molly child
And said “Well perhaps I would put one on once just to see if it felt somewhat wild.”

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Salute

Our pig Fobster walked from the front to the back of his tidy but undersized pen.
He tried it north south and he danced it east west and he walked it all over again.

With a lingering sigh in the moonlight last night I was watching him out by his fence.
As he climbed to the top and he stopped on one trotter I found myself nervous and tense.

So I walked out the kitchen door right then and ran to his pen to give comfort and love
Thinking if I played clown he'd hop down to the ground from this dangerous perch up above.

“Fobster, I’ve just made you tea look and took out your two favorite books and my flute.”
My only reply as he took to the sky, the proverbial sphincter salute.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

"Sowaniser"

“Don’t ever date Timwick the Pig” Cindy stated, her anger just thinly disguised
“He’s all trotters, of course, in the pen now and then but when out in the mud he’s all eyes.
There’s never a young chubby pig walking by but that Timwick turns charmer and tries…
and once he’s had you once or twice why my dear the old selfish pig chauvanist Flies.”

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Dreaming.


Thoughts of unseen places, far away from here
Oh for a flying pig champ to take me far away
Suddenly atop a pyramid I would appear
Looking all about me at a Gold Sahara Day

Perhaps at the bottom of a good cup of tea,
there I will find my pig.
Unbroken pinksoft for as far as I can see
I would like him really big!

Lying down in summersoft grass, tickling my toes
Cloudwatch, for an hour, perhaps two.
Thanking my pig champ and stepping back, and watching as he floats.
All this idle dreaming that I do!

Some days I can look at life and laugh, how I laugh.
I’ve had so many laughs in my time.
I wish I was an octopus, I’d swim the ocean deep.
The underwater life would be so fine.

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

Invent!

The razzle dazzle wheels and chimes of Billy the Trickster Pig Gypsy
Have kept alive mischief and consternation, puzzlement bafflement, whimsy
Among all the flock and the stock he can rock every mind in the flash of a moment.
There’s no telling what the next arrow will be, for he keeps his fine-tuned mental bow bent.

Now here’s a surprise for your eyes, the demise of your ennui, your worldweary stoop
Our own Billy, that goose just produced some new proof that we all are a most clueless group.
For Billy has fastened white wings on himself and proceeded to take to the air.
Today is the day pigs will fly my old guy and its time we made wings, want a pair?

[Lynneski]

You saw a flying pig today?
Well then it must be true.
That dreams and hopes are the way
To see a problem through.

For noone hopes quite like a pig
Who wants out of his sty.
He squints and grunts and thinks real big
While aiming for the sky.

I guess there are a lot of folks
With goals that loom as great,
As a wishful pig who wants to coax
Some changes to his fate.

The fact you saw a pig with wings
Is proof enough for me.
Good tidings come from faith and brings
A chance you'll fly as free.


[This message has been edited by Lynneski (edited 01-16-2002).]

[Mr.Taxi Trix]

WHOA! 1:36 AM... A TIE!!!!!!!

... a pnet first? (They said it couldn't be done....

well done!

[nick nickolas]

There was a pig called Karl

Flying was his style

But came down to land

And formed a band

Who played on air for a while