Poem of the Day (16)

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BEEN THERE, DONE THAT …

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sort of.

Hell, I’ve woken up in some strange places—

 

JUDGED BY THE COMPANY ONE KEEPS

One night in late October,
   When I was far from sober,
Returning with my load with manly pride,
   My feet began to stutter,
So I lay down in the gutter,
   And a pig came near and lay down by my side;
A lady passing by was heard to say:
   “You can tell a man who boozes,
By the company he chooses,”
   And the pig got up and slowly walked away.

— Unknown

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—but as the Aussie philosopher always says:

“It sure beats wurkin~!”

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AND THERE’S

never a shortage of philosophers on a warship. What a tragedy for the Silent Service when Billy Connolly’s dear old Dad intercepted him just as he was trying to sign on at the naval recruiter’s office in Glasgow; but what a giant leap for all mankind.

And the ‘dressage drunk’ sketch in his ‘World Tour of Scotland‘ series will have to stand out forever as the great classic of all time. In the navy I knew a guy exactly like that, he was the naturally most elegant soul I’ve ever met*. (He could even pass out on his feet with style … )

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CARPE DIEM

* I’ve met a few (and no, it wasn’t me).

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