THE PIG - anon
It was an evening in November,
As I very well remember.
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
And my knees were all a-flutter,
So I landed in the gutter,
And a pig walked up and laid down by my side.
Yes, I lay there in the gutter,
Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
When a colleen passing by did softly say,
"You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses..."
At that the pig got up and walked away.
