Jackson Creek Middle School

Lonely Jail

by: Andrew W.

As I sat in this lonely jail,

I started to go really pail,

For I have been abandoned in this cell,

The sheriff has left and is not coming back,

Food is what I mainly lack,

For water I can get through a crack,

As I stand I start to sway,

Until I decide I need to lay,

Then I start to dream about the bay,

There I will stay,

For I shall not wake because life is at the end,

Now I shall have to pay for my sin.

back bibliography

Last Updated: 24 May 2004.