The Pig

It was an evening in November
as I very well remember
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
but my knees were all a flutter,
and I landed in the gutter,
and a pig came up and lay 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 -
and the pig got up and slowly walked away.

Contributed by Big Ron