Besotted old Mildred drank
ale
Then drove, was caught,
needed bail
Lest prison her drinking
curtail.
She asked for cash from boyfriend
Dale,
Dashing off a pleasant email,
’Cause she was certain he’d
not fail
To aid her. But his new gal,
Gale,
Raised a storm of rain, wind
and hail,
Said his male member she’d
impale.
So Dale let Mildred stay in
jail,
Where she ate salads made with
kale,
But she couldn’t send any mail,
Take naps or file one
finger’s nail.
Mildred was now so ashen, so
pale,
She was no larger than a
quail
And just as skinny as a rail.
In Mildred’s cell the air was
stale,
And one day she left. Here’s
the tale:
The true story I’ll now
unveil –
Disguised behind a wedding
veil,
Mildred let out a piercing
wail
And ran til she found Dale at
Yale,
And had him buy gems from
jeweler Zale.
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