Biggy and BuggaA Story by emipoemiA goat, prim and priggy (To all known as Biggy), Was wed to a piggy Named Bugga Coshu. Three years they lived duly, Their love expressed truly, Then matters unruly Between the two grew. Oinked Bugga to Biggy: ‘The years you spent triggy And being a priggy Have made you too-too. You preen your beard daily And often shout gaily: By Gumbo Gumbaily! Prinstine through and through! Obsessed being triggy, You don’t care a figgy For this little piggy Who wees, for she’s blue.’ To that Biggy, seated, Lethargically bleated: ‘I may be conceited, But I am still true. You neither are humble: You now often grumble Some jumbled up mumble Of which I’ve no clue. By morning, you’re cheery, By afternoon dreary, By evening, you’re eerie, By night, you’re a shrew!’ And Bugga, eyes narrowed, Oinked, feeling quite harrowed: ‘I still haven’t farrowed Kidiglets from you! You used to dance jiggies, Depict me with twiggies, And pick me nice spriggies Stained with honeydew. You still were a priggy, Now that’s grown worse, Biggy. Be more like Calliggy! You’re best if you do!’ And Biggy, astounded And deeply confounded By what was propounded By Bugga cried: ‘Who?’ ‘Calliggy Mandiggy! Remember him, Biggy? My first love. The piggy Who had a tattoo.’ ‘Ah, yes! I remember That day late-December When they did dismember That pig for a stew. You, then, did amuse me, But now you confuse me. Now, if you excuse me, I need to go poo.’ ‘Why, now you’re ungracious,’ Oinked Bugga, ‘vexatious, And so ostentatious, You’re not who I knew.’ And Biggy responded, Not even desponded: ‘Whatever had bonded Us now lost its glue. For, Bugga, I’ve lately Found things have changed greatly, Thus I now irately Our marriage day rue. So stop all this drivel, And don’t start to snivel. Just deeply breathe, swivel, And go hug a ewe!’ Thus Biggy, displaying A smirk so dismaying, No further delaying, Divorced Bugga Coshu. -EDP © 2018 emipoemi |
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