One night in late October, <br />When I was far from sober, <br />Returning with my load with manly pride, <br />My feet began to stutter, <br />So I lay down in the gutter, <br />And a pig came near and lay down by my side; <br />A lady passing by was heard to say, <br />'You can tell a man who boozes, <br />By the company he chooses, ' <br />And the pig got up and slowly walked away. <br /> <br /> <br />>>Anonymous <br /> <br />-only submitted to this site by<br /><br />Shadigo Claws<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/judged-by-the-company-one-keeps/
