There is a wall of wail
where both Semitic male and female
come to worship a sacred grail.
Without fail
whether hale or frail
by rail or sail
they scale many a dale
just to flail before this holy shale.
If they must post bail from jail,
eat stale kale
or an occasional snail,
and can only read braille,
nothing will curtail or derail,
not even the hail from a mighty gale,
this earthly, human trail.

O some might exhale:
"This is beyond the pale,
why not just imbibe ale
and a spot of quail?"
But there is one detail
that tears the veil
from this hypocritical retail sale:
What a tale! What a tale!
So, let us all hail
this wail of Israel!