A pig poem for you

I came across an old Irish poem the other day which as I’m short of time this week I thought I’d share with you, here it is:-

A year ago September,

A day I well remember,

I was walking up and down in pride,

When my legs began to flutter,

And I fell down in the gutter,

And a pig came up and lay down by my side,

As I lay there in the gutter,

Thinking things I couldn’t utter,

I heard a passing lady say,

“You can tell a man who boozes

By the company he chooses,

And with that the pig got up and slowly walked away.

Enjoy catch you next week.