I wrote this in eighth grade, taking the famous poem “The Highway Man” and making a few changes.
The Drive Through Man
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy skies
The road was nearly silent next to the fast food store
And the drive-through man came driving
The drive-through man came driving up to the restaurant door
Over the pavement he skillfully drove and parked where he chose
He knocked with his hand on the glass door, but all was locked and closed
He drove around to the window, and who should be waiting there,
But the manager’s blue-eyed daughter,
Jane, the manager’s daughter,
Waiting to take his order, receiving it with care
“One fry my bonny sweetheart, I’m not too hungry to-night,
But I shall come back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if sleeping press me sharply and I can’t drive that day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though traffic bar the way”
He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon;
And he slept until the sunset, before the rising moon.
But when the road was almost silent, just like air before the snow,
Two old cars came driving-
Two old cars came driving, to the drive-through window.
So the first man was a stranger, ordered fries but no sauce
He had parked his car when he realized, that he had paid the wrong cost.
He went into the restaurant, he bumped into a chair
The stranger got no refund,
His so important refund
For Jane couldn’t waste her time, for the drive-through man was there
Out of the restaurant he stormed, his car was not where it should be
Over he ran to the drive-through man, to take the man’s car if could he
But he was too late for that ride. Jane and the drive-through man were gone
And they left him there in the drive-through
There like a car in the drive-through
And he stood with his fries in the drive-through, as he was feeling quite alone.