Poor Dale Poem by Mimie Durand
Poor Dale
Poor Dale
There once was a man named Dale,
He stole some ale and went to jail,
His muddy footprints left a trail,
“I didn’t do it, ” he cried and wailed-
Poor, Dale.
The cops knew he was telling a tale;
The story he told became old and stale,
He begged them to listen to no avail,
Spent years in jail, so now he’s frail-
Poor, Dale.
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4/26/2024 10:43:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very good rhyming jail-poem10