Yay! It is the weekend! And on that note here is a poem I wrote:

An Ode to a Gas Station:

Your name is QT 

(and I call you cutie)

You are wonderful.

You are clean.

You are nice to look at.

You have 49 cent 32 oz pops!

(52 cents with tax)

You have taquitos for $1.19 or 2 for $2

And they are wonderous.

And gooey, cheesy and spicy.

And huge.

Plus, you have cheap gas.

Upon entering

I am always greeted

by friendly faces.

Plus, your sandwiches

(which I haven't tried yet)

look delicious.

If you were a human,

I would call you my BFF.

Since you're a gas station,

I call you my cutie.

The End.