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.
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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"...
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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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THE END
The Index thinks this sounds absolutely nothing like Edgar Allan Poe.
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