August 2024 by wew lad
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary,
Over an ancient Exxon station, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some customer there asking for gas and oil, rapping,
"Prophet," said I, "Prophet - tell me, I implore!"
'Tis the Exxon, I remember, and its logo, ever ember,
While from my car, now dying and worn, I lamented, mourning, sighing,
Doubting, turning to this prophet, for a solution burning, yearning;
That it is Exxon, angel sent, to save me from this plight unending,
"Prophet," said I, "Prophet - tell me what I need, I implore!"
And the Exxon prophet spoke, with wisdom and knowledge profound,
Of the fuels superior, and the engine care renowned,
"Noble driver, on this night, fear not, for Exxon has the might,
We have the fuel you desire, and the care your car requires,
In our pumps, you'll find the power to journey far and wide,
And our mechanics, skilled and true, will keep your car refreshed anew."
Then, with haste, I entered the station, my heart with hope elation,
For I knew, without a doubt, Exxon would deliver from this slough,
And soon, with fuel and care, my car was ready, strong and fair,
Exxon, oh Exxon, how wonderful you are, a beacon shining bright,
From this day forward, I shall sing your praises, near and far.
