Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for February 14, 2025

How about, “I’ve got the hot dog, you’ve got the bun”?

Inside verse: “Your beautiful tail – it looks so wavy…”

Interesting choice for panel three. Out of a million possibilities.

I feel I’m the statue and the worlds my pigeon

I’m the bacon of your dreams…

I am the hotdog you’re my bun!! Wait!! That is wrong on so many levels

Not quite, ‘you are the words,I am the tune, play me’.

On my favorite eateries wall is a sign; “I love you like biscuits and gravy”. So that’s what I had.

I have to say as a lover of biscuits and gravy I’d take that as a compliment. With no gravy all you’ve got is a bread roll.

I’m bacon you not to egg him on or he’s toast! ;)

Your nose is as the tower of Lebanon, and the smell of your nose is like apples.

(It worked for King Solomon).

I’m the butter on your biscuits.

Wonder what Larry Croc would write to his wife on Valentine’s Day ;-)

The biscuit and gravy one is kind of neat !

I’m the sports car, you’re the gas!

You’re my happy addiction.

Got my eye

On a sty

Be my wallow

Or I’ll feel hollow

I’m a tornado, and you are my trailer park.

The Count finds it endearing that Pig is so eloquent. Happy Valentine’s Day, fellow Patriots. The rest of you can go make #2 in your hats. God Bless America!

I’m the Bacon; you’re the grease…my love for you will never cease!!

Happy Valentines Day!

Hopefully not Kevin

You’re the peanut butter to my chocolate.

I love PB and C.

“Just Tell Her About It.” “Tell Her You Feel Right Now.”

First, they were telegraph poles then they were telephone poles now they’re utility poles. Wonder what they’ll think of next.

What will Pigita say? Or is it Pigita you’re enamored with? Pigita’s not your sister, is she? Hell I don’t read in here that much. Pigita may come around and clarify things.

And it gets worse…

Honestly, the gravy one’s not bad!

Keep trying, Pig! Happy Valentine’s Day!

Maybe you could take some lesson from Cyrano

You’re my favorite mistake.

- Sheryl Crow

Someone in my distant past would say corny things like You’re the flower in my vase or You’re the water in my cup.I actually ended up marrying him.

No Kevin

Not Kevin, not footloose

…doesn’t the pigeon go number-twosies on the telephone pole?!?

Something something “sitting on my pole”…

I am the windshield; you are the bird…

You are the Sun, I am the Moon. You are the Words,I am the Tune…Play me.(Worked for Neil.)

Did someone say “Yule log, not a log,I don’t have a log.”

Pig needs better metaphors.

Try,I am the Pig, You are my Blanket.

I’m the light pole, you’re my rowdy Eagles fan.

At least it wasn’t “you’re my biscuit, I’m your gravy”

I’m the sports car, you’re my driveway. And I want to park there

Huh?

Works for me. Well, not the telephone pole one.

So - start out pouring yourself all over me, but wind up s—ing on me….Yeah. That sounds like the path a lot of relationships take.

I really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree…

You’re the reason I buy Viagra.

This is so cute.

Oh sorry, I didn’t know you are Jewish.

Sausage gravy is what you put on biscuits. Not a good choice for a pig.

Pig, you are such a romantic…

or, she’s a pigeon, and you’re a car….

Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug!

Nothings perfect.

You’re the butterfly of my inspiration? With you, I can be myself but without you I’m sliced ham?

The corned beef doesn’t run from the cabbage

I like it pig. You do you. I am the Bacon in your BLT.

“Sweet Little Blossom of Mine” by Henry Phillps

You are the blossom, I am the vine, You are the blossom, I am the vine,

Sweet Little Blossom of Mine, Hanging on the vine, Extracting all the nutrients from inside, Sweet Little Blossom of mine,

You are the Oyster, I am the Pearl, You are the Oyster, I am the Pearl

Sweet Little Oyster of mine, Irritating you from inside, Covering me with your mucus-like substance until I shine, Sweet Little Oyster of mine

etc, etc…

Why Pig I think your comments are darling. Any female should be delighted in receiving such a Valentine.

Im the pole and you’re the vaulter

Is your name Eve because you’re the only women in my life.

I’m the psycho and you’re my prey.

I’m the train. You are my mountain tunnel,

I’m a turkey and you’re my stuffing.