a story

i got a story, a sad sad story, about a girl, who met a boy, about her mother, whose vision saw her, daughter to marry, another boy, they made a plan, to get away, to run away, and though it be hard, to make that day, freely to live, without the mother, they'd send a postcard, out on the interstate, that's where they made their mistake, that's where they met their fate, out on the interstate, they met a monster, the monster of the interstate, who will not hesitate, who eats teenagers, like a shark eats little fishes, who eats bad kids disobeying parents wishes, an interloper against the elopers, a troll at the pay toll, they stopped at the toll booth, and reached for a quarter, the monster filled the whole booth, he gave them no quarter, "don't eat me", chirped the girl, clutching to her purse, "don't eat me", croaked the boy, "or eat her first, i'll turn right around, and take her back to her mother's, we repent of being out of wedlock lovers", "you should have thought of that before", and a scaly horny hand, ripped the car lock door, and the boy, tried to drive, but oh boy, he was eaten alive, and the girl, tried to scream, but she was swirled, in the giant's vanilla ice cream, and the boy was yummy, and the girl was yummy, as they slid down the throat, to the monster's yellow tummy, he said: "hmm hmm good, didn't do like they should, hmm hmm good, didn't do like they should", the mother sold the, rights to the story, it was so scary, this gory story, they made a movie, a horror movie, the mother made a million, and the producers made a billion, "and that other sweet boy, that my daughter has shunned, now i'm his wife and he's my husband", the moral of this story, is clear for all to see, and if clearly all can see, then it isn't clear to me