“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.

– Anonymous-Poems by Greg Ross on December 22nd, 2007 http://www.futilitycloset.com/category/humor/page/2/