Saturday, November 5, 2011

No Good to the Last Drop

As the law and the finish draw close
I've grown more than a little morose
I'm bemoaning my fate
'Cause I know I await
The coffee in prison that's gross.

Tom Neal goes South in Detour (Edgar G. Ulmer, 1945). Take a sip of our earlier limericks on Detour here.

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