A teacher from Oil City, Pennsylvania left me a stack of 12 books to sign while I was at a conference. By the time I was done signing I had an 'Oil City' poem which I wrote in one of the books. I hope she likes it!
In Oil City
It was pretty
Till the Oil came.
They pumped the gunk,
It was black and it stunk,
And things were never the same,
Till lots of time
Got rid of the slime
And Oil gunk was gone.
Now Oil City
Once more is pretty
And
I hope it stays that way long.