Ale Sale
There was an old lag* at my sale,
Who drank all the barrels of ale,
As the beer was sublime,
He confessed to a crime,
And puked on returning to jail.
*A prisoner/a person who has often been in prison
For Skat’s contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2012
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