Wednesday, 3 June 2009

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

'Twas an evening in October, I'll confess I wasn't sober,
I was carting home a load with manly pride,
When my feet began to stutter and I fell into the gutter,
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Then I lay there in the gutter and my heart was all a-flutter,
Till a lady, passing by, did chance to say:
"You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses,"
Then the pig got up and slowly walked away.

I am unsure who I condemn most for their sad choice of alcohol-influenced bezzer friends - Brown or Piers Morgan. It is almost good enough for a caption competition, "What about that Boyle bint then? I bet she's a goer. Nudge Nudge Wink Wink"

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