Woe is me with the supermarket carts
They put me to the test
One day I’ll find the “perfect one”
(In my dreams, I guess.)
The handles are sticky, the wheels squeak loud
You hear me coming a mile away
Some of the carts have a mind of their own
And have often led me astray!
There’s one! And it’s clean, and looks harmless enough
As I steer it up the aisle
But, without any warning it stops dead in its tracks
And I swear it’s wearing a smile!
Food shopping is a chore to some
But I never did mind it at all
The trick of it is to get in and get out
But then your cart decides to stall!
They’ve put men on the moon, discovered DNA
So it will always be a mystery to me
Why can’t I find an a-durable cart
Looking good and of high quality?!
SARAH D’ALESSIO