Poem: Once Upon a Rest Stop Dreary
by Phil

 

Once upon a midnight weary, Low on gas and windshield smeary, Wondered I at rest stop dreary, "Mini-donuts, or a coffee?" Quarters I had were but three And neither item was for free.
Little powdered donuts pasty Or a toasty beverage tasty? Did I want a pierced pastry Or some caffeine? Don't be hasty! Troubled I at vendor's store, Quoth the Raven, "One, None More"...
So I made a compromise, Bought a soda, bottle-size. And headed back upon my journey. "Oops! A Toll Road! Woe is me...

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