Valero

Where Elm Street crossed on Valley
There was this little place
A place we called Valero
And it was in the race
The race of all gas stations
To get the lowest price
And Valero's remained the same
Winning not once, but thrice
That is what we believed
And that is what we thought
Until that fateful day
When there, some gas we sought
Four signs read "Out of Order"
All the pumps were closed down
Until they open up again
We shall all wear a frown


And Ode to Valero by Jaimie Leom