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Your gentle touch had the power to bring life into my wheels.
You softly gripped my handle bar and made me fall head over heels.
I like how you stay close to me and never let me stray.
I love the way you protect me, when others try to take me away.
You can push me around and drag me through the crowd.
So, I can escape from this lifetime of enslavement that I am vowed.
I start to shed a tear, as the check stand becomes near, because all
I can do is adhere whatever I am told my dear.
Even though the time we spend is coming to a end.
I'm glad because you've became my only real friend.
Now that we're finally together, you can help me leave this place I call hell.
Whisk me away to your vehicle and I can finally bid this place farewell.
Quickly, load up your goods and then make some room for me.
Wait! Where are you going? Why did you leave me here by this tree?
Please! I want to go with you! I don't want to stay.
Don't go! Come back! They'll take me away!
Damn it! I've been denied.
You took me for a ride.
You were just pushing me around.
I took all of your crap, that you have fucking found.
You choose me, just to used me, then you put me back.
I guess I'm no different from the others in the pack.
Even though I'm made of steel, I still have a heart.
But, to you! I guess I'm just a shopping cart.[/font]
You softly gripped my handle bar and made me fall head over heels.
I like how you stay close to me and never let me stray.
I love the way you protect me, when others try to take me away.
You can push me around and drag me through the crowd.
So, I can escape from this lifetime of enslavement that I am vowed.
I start to shed a tear, as the check stand becomes near, because all
I can do is adhere whatever I am told my dear.
Even though the time we spend is coming to a end.
I'm glad because you've became my only real friend.
Now that we're finally together, you can help me leave this place I call hell.
Whisk me away to your vehicle and I can finally bid this place farewell.
Quickly, load up your goods and then make some room for me.
Wait! Where are you going? Why did you leave me here by this tree?
Please! I want to go with you! I don't want to stay.
Don't go! Come back! They'll take me away!
Damn it! I've been denied.
You took me for a ride.
You were just pushing me around.
I took all of your crap, that you have fucking found.
You choose me, just to used me, then you put me back.
I guess I'm no different from the others in the pack.
Even though I'm made of steel, I still have a heart.
But, to you! I guess I'm just a shopping cart.[/font]
Published 28th Mar 2010
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28th Mar 2010 10:46am
28th Mar 2010 7:14pm
....look my shopping trolley at the supermarket in the same way again after reading this, Joe. I like your sense of humour - of course in the UK it's not uncommon for trolleys to end up in the canal, which I suppose is a bit like murder. Enjoyed your lines.
Anonymous
3rd Jun 2010 6:36pm
It is amazing how you look at a simple something, in such a creative way! It is very well written and like Abra said ... I will never be able again to look the same at a shopping cart!
Anonymous
4th Jun 2010 10:58pm
This made me laugh a lot, which is a hard thing to do, I must say! Love your natural rhythm and inventive sense of humour, a rarity among comic poets, whose work often leaves me cold. You, however, have real snap, and this piece reminds me of the great Ogden Nash, an American verse writer responsible for such wonderful ditties as this:
"I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I'll never see a tree at all."
Two minor quibbles, though. Firstly, your spelling and grammar can be quite shaky at times, and, whilst I know that that's a silly gripe, it does effect the reading of the poem, and it would be a great shame if a piece as good as this were marred by such a small error. Secondly, why have you put the whole thing in italics?
"I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I'll never see a tree at all."
Two minor quibbles, though. Firstly, your spelling and grammar can be quite shaky at times, and, whilst I know that that's a silly gripe, it does effect the reading of the poem, and it would be a great shame if a piece as good as this were marred by such a small error. Secondly, why have you put the whole thing in italics?
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13th Oct 2011 11:13pm
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