A Snail Named Dale

There once was a snail named Dale

Who had just graduated from Yale

He began to sail over the wale

To escape the swale

While finding a vale

In the country of Wales

Searching for a sale

On a shiny new flail

And the Divine Holy Grail

While munchin’ on some kale with a tankard of ale

And jammin’ to the rockin’ storm of Hale

When he sailed

It began to hail

In a frigid gale

But then he lost his pail and went off the rails

And now the law is on his tail

Doing his best not to leave a trail

He was caught by a whale and ended up in jail

He began to wail

His face turning pale

Thinking how to bail

Praying he doesn’t fail

Or slide over a nail

Now he’s in jail

In a cell made of shale

With a snail named Mikhail

Where there’s no regale

The food is always stale

One day he got some mail

That was written in braille

Delivered by a quail

From a snail named Gail

Suggesting he bail

And write the next chapter of his epic tale

Reviewing his philosophy and his quale

In the end he would prevail

Poets, writers and bards alike, all passing down his epic tale

In full detail

Of how his plan had become derailed

All of the obstacles he had assailed

And the facing of the justice scales