The Company He Chooses
'Twas 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
So 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,
'Ye can tell a man that boozes
By the company he chooses' -
At that, the pig got up and
Walked away.
Anon
The Old Man's Lament
My life is nearly over,
My pilot light is out.
What used to be my sex appeal,
Is now my water spout!
Anon