2 thoughts on “Breitbart

  1. It was the pig fair last September
    The day I well remember
    I was walking up and down in drunken pride
    When my knees began to flutter
    And I sank down in the gutter
    And a pig came up and lay down by my side
    As I lay there in the gutter
    Thinking thoughts I could not utter
    I thought I heard a passing lady say
    You can tell the man who boozes
    By the company that he chooses
    And with that the pig got up and walked away

Comments are closed.