We’re All in the Gutter…

Prompted by the Auden limerick in last week’s email, John Stephens from Bibby Factors Slough sent me this. He says it may jog a few sober memories… 

‘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 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 colleen 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!

Original lyrics by Benjamin Hapgood Burt


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