R.I.P - T.R.U. Poem by Ima Ryma

R.I.P - T.R.U.



Toys R Us with a backward "R",
The toy store with the kids in mind,
For decades was a bizness star,
Fulfilling joys of kiddykind.
One store start in '57,
Then grew into a world wide chain,
"I'm a Toys R Us kid" heaven
With a stand out long profit reign.
But Toys R Us came to an end.
Nothing lasts forever in biz.
Change is ever the surest trend,
And what once was no longer is.

Geoffrey the giraffe forced to roam
Jobless looking for a new home.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: business
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