This little pig
Sits up on a shelf
Locked in his head
A prize of wealth.
he pops the snacks
To waiting dogs
Who come summertime
Will mostly prefer frogs.
He looks up at me
All bright and neat
He’s getting low
Soon no more treats.
The oinker yummies
Fill puppies tummies
Their happy eyes Begin to droop,
Tomorrow presents in form of poop.
So buy your friends this little piggie
They will be so happy and do a jiggy,
Beggin poppers the treat to buy
Insert treat and let them fly.
Today, I challenge you to write your own advertisement-poem. You don’t need to advertise Burma-Shave. Any product (or idea) will do.