Tale Poem by gnrao rao

He had an ALE,
A full quota.
He had no idea,
What would be
His quota.
He went to the
Field,
And lifted the Bale
Of hay,
There was a gale,
He could not stand it,
Even though he
Was a strong male
And hale,
He became pale,
For there was snow-storm,
He took the bale
Somehow for a sale.
There was no one
to buy
For it was a
Holiday.
What a tale,
for a male,
Who was hale,
fighting with the gale,
Becoming pale,
so sad,
There was no sale.
He came home
dejected,
disappointed,
So he hed
One more
Quota
Of ALE.