The Shopping Trolley
The Shopping Trolley
Squeaky wheeled, the shopping cart
Ferries goodies round the mart.
In its ever changing hold
Lie lost secrets, never told.
Errant husbands in a hurry
Farmer types who smell of slurry
Secret Santas for the office
Squabbling kids who fight for toffees.
Fussy sorts, the feely-touchers
Veggies who avoid the butchers
Grimy toddlers, babes in nappies
O.A.P's and cheeky chappies.
Lover boys with cheapskate flowers
Lonely folk who pass the hours
Chatting with the clientele
Shopping till that final bell.
Thieves with no intent to pay
Drunken louts who start affrays
Married couples, taking huff
Pin striped suits, and working scruffs.
Diets won and diets lost
Thrifty ones, who count the cost
Of each item as they pick it
Mentally arithmetic it.
Coupon warriors, voucher wavers
Flashy spendthrifts, super savers.
You've seen the lot, know all our tricks
So, can't you get that damn wheel fixed!
O.A.P Old age pensioner in UK, senior citizen.
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Great list of people almost like they are the items in this market, and that squeaky wheel making each aisle a chore. Very relatable. Enjoyed!
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Thanks. Imagine being able to buy a smelly kid in nappies. No thanks!😂
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#beentheretwicenevergoingback
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😂😂😂Me too!
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Oh but you’d pay for drunken louts who start affrays! 😉 Great poem, Hobbo! Those bloody shopping trolley wheels. When you pick a bad one, it can really ruin the whole shopping experience. If you get a good one, you can glide through humming to all the happy pop music in your own little shopping bubble. But get a bad one and it’s like holding a heavy pontoon from tipping off a waterfall, trying to get down those aisles without hitting anything.
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Thanks, your comment is worthy of a post on its own!🙂
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😂. Yes I seem prone to verbose comments tonight.
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😂
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love this, Don: reckon you’ve covered all bases — and , of course, in all shopping trolley poems, one must always conclude with that bothersome wonky wheel; well done 🙂
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Think you’ve got me mixed up with that Matthews feller, but thanks anyway John!😂
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sorry, Hobbo; it happens occasionally: you cover similar territory 🙂
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No worries!🙂
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I read my first early contender for top 3 favourite posts of 2021 today. It will be interesting to compare at the end of the year.
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how exciting, Hobbo: it is good when you read a post that knocks you sideways 🙂
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It certainly is!🙂
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Great poem, and I’m off to the supermarket shortly, no doubt reciting your poem as I push the trolley along the aisles… 😊
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Hehe. Thank you!
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You’ve captured it all here, Hobbo, though I must admit I didn’t know supermarkets sold slurry 😝
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Thank you, and neither did I !
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How many clubcard points for a 10kg bag? 😂
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Double bubble!😂
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🤣
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Delightful, sir. Per your advice, coffee beyond reach for the duration. Good advice. Like to let you “push a wobbler” stateside. You’d be impressed, I think, with the meanness of the clientele. Thank you for this wake-up read.
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Thanks for the comments. Good to know we have common wobblers!
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Bwaahhaaa!! Those shoppers and “wobblers” roam the aisles of the world.
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Oh indeed they do!!!
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