F.2 Poem - Boys
Shopping Trolley

Scoot down the aisles
in my shopping trolley,
I could go for miles
in my shopping trolley.

Never say excuse me,
never say please,
ram it in the back
of someone・s knees.

You really won・t
believe your eyes,
my shopping trolley・s
been customised.

It・s got bull bar,
radio controls,
engine in the back
and it purrs like a Rolls.

It・s got a Volvo chassis,
a velvet seat,
and around the store
it can・t be beat.

It does somersaults
and big backflips,
roly-polys
and wheely dips.

It does over seventy
miles per hour,
flashing past
in a burst of power.

Scoot down the aisles
in my shopping trolley,
I could go for miles
in my shopping trolley.

Never say excuse me,
never say please,
ram it in the back
of someone・s knees.

Back