A Glorious Gallop

One day I saw an old guy with a poodle a gas station filling up his gas tank, the poodle sitting patiently in the driver's seat as he did. It was a hot day in November, and the poodle was panting. I realized at this moment that it was my duty to write at least three hundred poems about it, and I did, and here you have them. As you peruse, though some of them may appear to have little to do with a gas station and a poodle, I promise you, in their heart, they are all in one way or another, are indebted to both for their creation. Also don't forget the old guy with the gas pump who lost his little hat. Love, Ricky