Haiku Monday

Pigs in a blanket.
They must have been really cold.
It is cold outside.

Pigs in a blanket.
The blanket is really soft.
It is cold outside.

Pigs in a blanket.
It is their little wooby.
It is cold outside.

Pigs in a blanket.
Why are they wrapped in cotton?
Forty-five degrees.

Pigs in a blanket.
I walked just a few blocks down.
Not in a blanket.

Pigs in a blanket.
They all must get over it.
It is almost spring.

Pigs in a blanket.
They must love this warm weather.
And then they can fly.

Pigs can fly, you know.
One time, I saw a pig fly.
It was brilliant.

Pigs in a blanket.
I'm talking about the food.
GOT EEEEEM. HA HA HA.