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 an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
That made me laugh, out loud.
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Then I did Porky proud.
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You’re making PAD look easy!
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Thanks. I definitely didn’t overthink this one. Glad you liked it.
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Love it! Thanks for using my prompt 😊
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My pleasure. It was a great prompt.
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Thank you! Sometimes I wonder where I come up with these things.
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You probably had a fever.
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No doubt! Swine flu!
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That’s fun, and clever.
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Thanks.
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