A Gallon Of Gas
The Most Precious Of Commodities
Our baby was kidnapped
The ransom note demanded
A gallon of gas
Distraught, I pulled my hair out
How will I ever come up with
Such a vast demand?
I asked my wife
I went to my boss
I don't care how much overtime
I have to do, I said
I must have my baby back
His eyes grew wide, and he screamed
Do you want to bankrupt me?
My wife began selling
Jewelry door to door
Fourteen carat gold
Precious diamonds from the east
She made saleslady of the month
I almost have enough, she said
The police found our baby
And brought him back to us
We caught the crooks, they said
They almost made a getaway
But they ran out of gas
About the Creator
Angela Denise Fortner Roberts
I have been writing since I was nine years old. My favorite subjects include historical romance, contemporary romance, and horror.
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