Al At the Locale
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There was a red bauble named Al
He feasted on mead and Halal
He got hooked on a tree
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Which boosted his pride and morale.
Somebody the door opened wide
The wind gushed inside like the tide
Gosh! Poor Al hit the ground
And saw stars all around
He lost his decorum and pride.
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© 30th December 2016
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016
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