Groceries Poem by Max Kwoa
Groceries
Rating: ★5.0
Eight long rows still left to explore,
My obese cart makes me worry.
"Hey, can you reach these hellebore? "
A little voice asked all merry.
Cute tomatoes adorning charm;
I obeyed her, feeling sorry.
First time I checked-out at her arm,
Off for a place far from dreary.
(from Kwoa's ~naive~ World Trip)
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: first love,market,routine
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