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Friday, July 30, 1999

Poem: Hot and Humid

Porgy and Bess are complaining
It's so hot and humid too
Momma Sandy cannot read their minds
Oh, what is a pig mom to do?

Mom filled their pool with water
They have lots of shade
But this is one hot summer
And they can't even graze!

They love to roam out in the yard
And sleep under the tress
But this heat is getting to them
If we could just get a gentle breeze

Mom worries about them daily
And in the night time too
This heat has us all in a frenzy
You'd think our house was a zoo

Right now they are very thankful
Don't have to wake the ramp
It's much to hot to venture out
It would just make them pant

Surely they are thinking
Better make the best of it now
Enjoy the heat of the summer
And eating ice cream, wow!

A Hannah Hamm original by Sharon Jean Updike (July 24, 1999)
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Poem: Give Me a Home

Give me a home, where the buffalo roam
And I'll show you where Dottie lives
Just make a right, at the buffalo site
And follow the sweet grazing pigs!

It won't be long, very far up the road
That you soon will see a sweet sight
For Flower is here, and Ziggy stays near
To guard the place all day and night

Dottie and Richard have no time alone
As their children stay right by their side
Their house is a home,
where their pets freely roam
And love fills the air, what a life!

A Hannah Hamm original by Sharon Jean Updike (July 27, 1999)
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Wednesday, July 28, 1999

Poem: Under The Bed

Sandy and Jon,
Got a new bed;
Thought they’d be alone,
But got two roommates instead. 

Porgy and Bess,
They did decide,
To move in their bedroom,
And sleep by their side..

These two porcine,
Took on a job;
Of waking mom and dad,
With soft gentle prods. 

Things were going,
You might say okay;
When suddenly Porgy and Bess,
Decided to sleep a new way. 

Under the bed,
Went their tails and their snouts;
Pushing and shoving,
Things all about. 

Their new comfy nest,
What a great place;
Protected from harm,
They felt really safe. 

Suddenly, during,
The middle of the night,
Jon and Sandy,
Awoke with a fright. 

An earthquake we’re having,
Was what they though;
The box spring and mattress,
Being turned and then tossed. 

Upon further inspection,
This they did find;
It was not an earthquake at all,
But pigs being realigned!

The mattress was pushed up,
What else can you expect;
If you have two pigs sleeping,
Under your mattress! 

A Hannah Hamm original by Sharon Jean Updike (July 28, 1999)
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Friday, July 23, 1999

Poem: Out of Joint

Emma Louise, her snouts out joint
She stays in her house and refuses to drink
It's all because Mom has a new skunk
And Emma is jealous and showing her spunk

Golly gee Mom, Emma does say
Why both with skunks to kiss and to play
After all you have me and there is no doubt
They just can't compete with my big precious snout!

So I'm telling you skunks keep out of my way
That there is my Mommy you've stolen away
I was here first, so you best know your place
Emma's the boss so give me some space!

Well I guess I'll accept you, what choice do I have?
You'll find out quickly that my Mom and my Dad
Are the best loving parents a critter could have
Even though you aren't pigs, I guess you're not all that bad!

A Hannah Hamm original by Sharon Jean Updike (July 23, 1999)
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Poem: My Apple Tree

There is a place I like to go
Under my apple tree
It is a very special spot
And it's in the yard for me

I have to go and sniff and snout
Under it's branches low
It gives the greatest shade of all
When there is no more snow

This very favorite place of mine
Give joy to me each day
It is a place where food falls down
And I can rest and play

Yummy apples grow on boughs
Bent heavy with this fruit
And I like to reach and pull one down
Or hit one with my soot

I never have to worry
Cause I know it's okay
I always check my favorite place
At the start of each new day

And when the sun is setting
I check under my tree
I just might find an apple
Waiting there for me

A Hannah Hamm original by Sharon Jean Updike (July 22, 1999)
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Tuesday, July 20, 1999

Poem: Manna Ball

I love to push my Manna Ball
It gives me such delight
As the rice puffs fall right out
I push with all my might

It helps me to get my exercise
Cause I live inside the house
Not only does it help my bod
But my mouth gets a "workout"

As I push my bright red Manna Ball
With "soccer" expertise
Each morsel tastes so very good
It's just beyond belief

My Manna Ball and I are friends
Inseparable, no doubt
My ball wants to get rid of food
And I just help it out.

Grandma fills it up real good
As I wait impatiently
Cause I know soon I'm going to get
Some wonderful yummies

As the ball goes round and round
With each push as I snout it
Dispensing joy to me, oh boy!
I couldn't do without it.

After I'm done, it comes to a rest
Real close, right by my side.
And naps with me, we are best friends
My Manna Ball and I

A Hannah Hamm Original by Sharon Jean Updike (July 20, 1999)
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Monday, July 19, 1999

Poem: PPMS

Don’t bother with me I’m telling you now,
I have PPMS and I am, one mean sow;
Pushing the furniture out of my way,
If you are smart you will hide for the day!

I don’t understand, just can’t figure it out,
I want a boar not a humans big snout;
I’m looking, hunting and rooting about,
This PPMS has about taken me out!

So if you are smart, you’ll stay out of my way,
I don’t want to hog and I don’t want to play;
Get out of my face or you’ll get whacked with my snout,
Golly, gee, I can’t figure this out!

I want to knock over everything in sight,
And rip and tear up with all of my might;
This PPMS, is wrecking my day,
Tyrant, I’m called, in an affectionate way.

Soon it will be over and then I will be,
My old sweet, charming self, you just wait and see;
Until the next time PPMS comes calling at my door,
Or until I get fixed, the problem to have no more!

A Hannah Hamm Original by
Sharon Jean Updike 7/19/99
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Poem: My Swimming Pool

I hate it when I'm stuck inside,
And can't go out to graze;
After all I am a pig,
Who loves warm, sunny days.

I love sitting in y swimming pool,
And dunking for yummy grapes,
Rubbing my butt back and forth;
It feels really great,

I live to lay upon my side,
Splashing like a fish;
And slap my tail against the sides,
With a vigorous swish, swish!

When I get out I like to go,
And roll around in the dirt;
It feels real good on my wet skin,
And it doesn't even hurt.

When the mud hangs from my snout,
Now that's the way to live;
What more do you expect from me,
It's so great to be a pig!

A Hannah Hamm original by Sharon Jean Updike
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