Til We Meet Again (Ode to Chapman Pump and Pantry)
By Caroline Jones
Til we meet again, my friend,
with your bug juice, and popcorn, and lovely chagrin
on the faces of clerks when they spy the next chump
who wanted ten Powerballs and no gas at the pump.
Your beautiful candy, and creamy ice cream,
your hot dogs, and hamburgers and pretty kids things.
Where will we go now to get fishing worms???
Dear Pump and Pantry at Chapman, my dear,
My heart breaks at the heat your store feared,
From the fire that stole our bread and baked goods
And our marshmallows we used to make smores in the woods.
Farewell, my friend, til we meet again,
May your bosses resurrect you make you in trend,
And add Starbucks and Subway and Cinnabon too,
So that we may delight again and romp and play too... friends til the end, Amen.
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