Poem: The Flying Éclair

Lu Lu is in a frenzy,
And I know the reason why;
She's standing on the front lawn,
Looking up into the sky.

You see she hear a rumor,
About a flying éclair;
So now she's on the lookout,
Eyes fixed in a stare.

She was told to listen
For the sound the éclair makes;
Now she's starting to panic,
Her ears may need a second take.

She turned towards her mommy,
And said 'What do I do?
I know a candy wrapper sound,
And slicing veggies too.'

'Does it sound like dog food kibbles,
pouring in a bowl?;
What exactly is the sound?
I really need to know.'

'If I'm to catch this éclair,
Falling from the sky;
Should I not recognize the sound,
It might just fly right by?'

'So Mom, please, I beg you,
Tell me if you can;
What sound a flying éclair makes,
Cause I'm your precious Ham!'

A Hannah Hamm Original by
Sharon Jean Updike (August 14, 1999)
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Poem: My Best Friend

I have a very special friend,
And I'm her best friend too
We have a unique relationship
Respect each other too.

My friend and I don't always agree,
We sometimes see things differently;
But when all is said and done,
Our hearts do blend becoming one.

My best friend has no hands or feet,
She with words, does not speak;
Neither does she have a nose or toes,
And a tail from her backside grows.

She has four hooves to get around,
And makes different grunting sounds;
We love each other unconditionally,
My pig and I, best friends are we.

An Inspirational by Sharon Jean Updike (August 1, 1999)
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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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Poem: Piglet

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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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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