Last Chance Poetry Stop
He said, "Fill 'er up,"
As he pulled into Dodge.
He was packin' a quatrain
And not some hodge podge.
He asked, "How's the soup?"
I said, "Mighty fine. Would you
Like it with humor
Or sprinkled with rhyme?"
He said, "I heard that this
Place is so swell.
Can you give me a lead;
Will my poetry sell?"
I said, "This is the last stop
You'll ever need make,
For it's Poetry Soup,
And we'll treat you real great."
"Just sit down and eat,
Before it gets cold,
And enjoy the soup
With a heart full of gold."
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