Gas Pump

I had an interesting experience at the gas station this morning and it inspired me to write this silly little poem.

Gas Pump

I had a tussle with

the gas pump this morning.

I guess my car

didn't like the taste

of fresh gasoline in the morning.

Because it spit up

all over the ground

and all over me.

My only thought was,

“I'm gonna have to pay for that”

So I forced it to drink

the foul liquid

and tried to pay

but the swipe box was broken

so I trudged inside

to the noisy old register.

Now the smell of fuel

radiating from my sleeve

is giving me a headache.

But as long as I avoid open flame

I will be okay.

So I ate a doughnut after breakfast,

because I deserved it

after my tussle with the gas pump.