Gloucester
have just closed their jail,
Now they’ve
put it up for sale.
Open you can
take a look,
Hurry, cause
you’ll have to book.
The public
form a queue with pride,
To take a
sneaky peak inside.
I’ve heard,
I don’t know if it’s right,
Of ghoulish
goings on at night.
Screaming
and ringing of bells,
Of men who
lived in days of yore,
Robbers
murders and more.
They say the
waiting list is long,
I’m sorry,
but I could be wrong.
Is this for
real? I have my doubt,
Fighting to
get IN, not OUT.
What is this
country coming to?
Excuse me
while I join the queue.
( The jail
will probably become an Hotel like some others )
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