Rest Stop
I was driving home from a trip
on route 66,
and the hour was very wee,
pulled over at
an old abandoned rest stop
because I had to go pee,
Finishing up my toilet duties,
I started to wash my hands,
when I heard someone
come in the door,
and I gave out a loud gasp...
Running towards the door
I heard the e.t. say,
"Wow I didn't think I could hold it
in this long! And by the way,
does this rest stop
sell any Milky Way Bars?"
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