Sam Snail
Sam Snail's
in jail
He got
blackmailed
No chance
for bail
No phone
no mail
No greens
or kale
The bread's
real stale
He looks
quite frail
His face
all pale
His heart
has failed
Don't cry
Don't wail
They serve
him ale
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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