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The Pig

I read quite an interesting poetry this morning whose title is The Pig.

It was an evening in November,
As I very well remember,
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
But my knees were all aflutter,
And I landed in the gutter,
And a pig came up and laid 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.

We often think that poetry has to be serious or about a topic that is important. Nothing could be further from the truth! In fact, a great deal of poetry is funny and humorous. Poetry talks about life, and life, as we all know, is very often hilarious and comical. Poetry puts into words some of our laughter in life.
In the Pig, this smart pig does not want to be regarded as company of a drunken man. Is it only a joke or ironic criticism about alcoholic? Surely, different readers have their own Hamlet in mind. Poem is often written with one set meaning by the author and amazingly processed with new meanings by different readers. So hurry up, pick up a selection and have fun finding your own understanding of each piece!
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