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The whistling pig

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Frantic

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Firstly, this isn't my poem. I couldn't write a line of prose if I lived to be one hundred.....as all the Gods knows.

I read this poem years ago when it was given to me by one of Mrs Frantic's uncles. Unfortunately, I only know one verse and a few bits and pieces.
My question to you knowlegable poetry folk is....Does anybody know the rest? It's hilarious.

( in yorkshire / Lancashire accent )

It were Christmas Eve in the Whistling Pig,
the usual crowd were there.
Putting meths in their 'Vino Mucho Colapso',
and crying in their bitter beer.

it may have been a recording, I can't remember now.

Any ideas?
 
It was a recording..

By a Country and Western star..'Oink Williams' 8)
 
No more than I would expect from a demented typist with only four digits on each hand. ( sorry, don't have an emoticon for aloof and having nose in the air) sniff.
 
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What about one of them two, Frantic?
 
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