| One night in late October, |
| whenst I were far from sober, |
| Returing with my load of manly pride. |
| My feet began to stutter, |
| so I lay down in the gutter, |
| and a pig came near and lay down by my side. |
| A lady passing by was heard to say; |
| "You can tell a man who boozes, |
| By the company he chooses," |
| And the pig got up and slowly walked away. |
| |
| - Anonymous |