i maybe in jail,
cursed,
yet i get mail,
though late,
and often with fail, i still wag this long tail.
though i have sadza and quail,
on christmas only do i get ale,
and living without my dear wife gail,
i still wish not be supper, for a killer whale!
sometimes i weep, and even wail!
and need strength to survive this hail,
storm,
that i may buy me a rail,
train,
and once again trade in nail,
products.
my brocken heart is pale,
how i miss the month end sale,
and the seas, i once used to sail,
with my best friend dale,
locked away and turning stale,
Yes, i maybe in jail,
But, someday, i'll be granted bail!
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