He rummaged through all of the trailer,
He swore like a frustrated sailor.
Well, he looked all around
And he finally found,
What he needed; his sacred inhaler.
Relieved sigh! The plot has grown sweeter,And I'm taking in air by the liter.There is hope for the story.Also, to Jeff's glory:Such a perfectly scannable meter!
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