Good Riddance Toronto- Hello Poughkeepsie- Part II

We woke up early Friday morning, trying to forget the day before;
The convention opened at ten a.m., we couldn’t wait to get in the doors!
But another shock was waiting, when into them we sped;
The dealers dealt in only foreign coins, the advertisement we’d misread!
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Since all our inventory was American, no business could we ever do;
But there was another we had read about, we had considered going to!
We called the show’s promoter, and reserved a table there;
It opened on Saturday morning, so to Poughkeepsie, off we teared!
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We figured three hundred miles, like fools, we checked no map;
It turned out to be six hundred, with a ticket in a damn speed trap!
Again Fate had been unkind to us, placed adversity in our paths;
So we pushed on even harder, propelled by both our wraths!
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We got there late Friday evening, the bar about to close;
We threw down three shots of Schenleys, then to our room for a repose!
We got up early Saturday morning, to make our exhibition look real nice;
With lots of choice coins showing, so the customers we’d entice!
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We ended up doing remarkably, almost doubling what we had planned;
A dealer from Dobbs Ferry, spent a lot, he was our man!
We left early Sunday evening, again drove the whole night through;
We got home on Monday morning, decided, “Road trips, we’re done with you”!
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                                  The young coin dealers
                             Were two wild and crazy guys
                                       No dime a dozen