The Pig

This poem was posted on The Writer's Almanac, by American Public Radio and Garrison Keillor.  It's just too good not to share.

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         The Pig

by Anonymous

It was the first of May

A lovely warm spring day

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 lady 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.

The Pig by Anonymous. 

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