Scooters Vacation Fall

I'm riding around,
On my scooters,
Looking for a holiday,
And searching under the letter "H",
And running out of petrol.
But what's the point of searching for gas
When identical things are fourteen letters apart
And they mean the same thing,
And they're just the same,
I mean, they're just exactly the same,
and their paths are identical,
And their meanings aren't any different.
And they strive for the same end?

Anyway,
I fancied a vacation,
So I got on my mopeds,
That I purchased under the proviso,
That they'd be scooters.
But searching under the letter "S"
Made me run out of ca$h.
So what's the point of hunting for
Things six letters apart
If they mean the same thing?
When they're just the same?
When they're just exactly the same?
When their paths are identical?
When their meanings aren't any different?
When they strive for the same end?

Who knows?
But I was holidaying in Vacationland,
Which was one letter but one million miles from Vocationland,
And, anyway, I specifically selected a period of time:
between September and October.
Autumn, basically.
And I was riding around
on my scooters,
that they knew as mopeds,
and the other theys knew as vespas,
in Vacationland,
On holiday,
In Autumn,
And all the confusion,
Made me fall.
From my scooters.

I call it my Scooters Vacation Fall.
You may know it differently.
You may know it as the Mopeds Holiday Autumn,
Or the Vespas Break Indian Summer
But that wouldn't make any sense at all
and certainly not
in this context, so;
This is the Scooters Vacation Fall.