Poem of the Week

She Sleeps at the Side of the Drainage Canal

Attributed to corrupt Chicago alderman, Bathhouse John

In her lonely grave she sleeps tonight
at the side of the drainage canal;
Where the whipporwhill calls at the twilight hour
they planted my sweetheart, Sal
Just a mile this side of Willow Springs
not far from the Alton track
there lieth Sal, my dear old pal
But these tears won’t bring her back.


My question is how did she get there?

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