The Last Pig

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “The Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

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Today let’s write a piggy poem.

The Last Pig

Long after his cousins
have all been consumed,
Porky Pig will remain.
The celluloid may die
but his image, beamed
to my childhood television
on weekday afternoons,
now travels the galaxy—
straight man with no pants,
just a bow-tie and jacket,
stuttering to The End.


About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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11 Responses to The Last Pig

  1. Patty says:

    That made me laugh, out loud.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. JeanMarie says:

    You’re making PAD look easy!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Lisa Tomey says:

    Love it! Thanks for using my prompt 😊

    Liked by 1 person

  4. othermary says:

    That’s fun, and clever.

    Liked by 1 person

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