My Piggy Bank...And A Poem!

If you haven't already picked up from either knowing me, or reading my blog, I am an odd bird, some say, an old soul...and I accept that, in fact, I embrace it! I try to always let potential clients know this, just in case they don't feel like spending their wedding day with an excitable-crazy woman (ok, I am not clinical, just eccentric..yeah that's the word I was looking for). So, while considering what it was that I felt like writing about today, I decided I wanted to share a poem I wrote in college..the reason for this, I may have a couple guesses: 1. My AMAZING and LOVELY Poetry teacher, Sophia Kartsonis recently got engaged, and 2. I felt like sharing something a little different..personal and poetry just sounded like a good idea! If anyone has goofy poems that they would like to share with me, I would love to hear them! I don't claim to be a fantastic writer (or spell checker) but occasionally, the muse visits me, and one just comes out. Sometimes they are good, sometimes not so good, but needless to say, this was one of my favorites from 2010. Enjoy!


P is for Pig

His pleasantly plump figure is

yellow,

like spankin’ new rain boots. Antique

green

shoots line his underbelly where

orange

blossoms burst at their tips. His

black

pupils shout with delight, while

silver

coins multiply inside his tummy.

Three

openings in his glossy plastic body: a

two

Inch slot open for deposits,

one

round exit for withdrawals, and

A

crack down his

B-

ackside, proof of my

C-

ousin’s attempt to pirate my

D-

imes 

This is one of my favorite little nooks in my house!

This is one of my favorite little nooks in my house!

In case you wondering, I have had this Piggy since I was three. I use it today to store all of my pennies :)

In case you wondering, I have had this Piggy since I was three. I use it today to store all of my pennies :)

Here is the close up of where my cousin cracked him to try and steel my money when I was a toddler...He apparently missed the big rubber plug under his belly...good for me, bad for Pig

Here is the close up of where my cousin cracked him to try and steel my money when I was a toddler...He apparently missed the big rubber plug under his belly...good for me, bad for Pig

This is one of many, I am sure, odd things that I love in my home. Nostalgia....