David Smith Poet Limerick

There Was a Man Named Dale

There was a man named Dale who dressed himself in chain mail,
In the absence of fan mail,
Whilst checking for more mail,
To cover his big toe nail,
He stood on a rusty nail,
And got caught in some hail,
When a taxi he failed to hail,
His chain mail leaving a paper trail,
Which the police were able to trail,
Right up to the jail,
And he may still be in that jail,
Not able to get bail,
As everyone knows it is hard to get bail,
When chain mail,
Is too wet to send through the mail.

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