A poem for you
That’s corny, but true
I come into your store
Although it’s not really next door
To catch sight of those pearly whites
That sure do make my nights!
Yes, I come in
For nicotine, caffeine, or gasoline
But only on your shift,
If you catch my drift
It’s your many smiles
That brighten and melt the miles
For me, do you see?
Written on August 27, 1998 to a gas store attendant when I used to work grave shifts at a veterinary hospital. 😂