Running Away In A Waitrose Trolley Poem by Paula Glynn

I am sitting in a Waitrose trolley,
As my friends run me along,
For it is eleven at night,
And my parents and I,
Have been fighting,
Which I hate, but we have,
So many disagreements,
As they don’t approve of my boyfriend,
Or my wild, outgoing friends.

I should be a good little girl,
And sit in front of the computer,
And do my coursework,
But I have a rebel heart,
I go out every night,
Although I am not a tart,
I just follow my heart,
And love my boyfriend so much.
My friends keep me sane,
I do know the teenage years,
Are hard, but they are great, too,
And teenagers don’t always feel blue,
We all have heart and soul,
Once that school bell goes.

And I wear clothes,
That my parents don’t approve of,
Short skirts and heels,
For I love those fashion magazines,
I have started to read Cosmo,
All my friends’ older sisters do.
My bedroom walls,
Are covered in boyband posters,
And my floor is a work in progress,
But it is my room and my parents,
Are not welcome;
Even when I’m supposed to wash up.

So here I am tonight,
Running away in a Waitrose trolley,
My friends racing me along,
And school used to go slowly,
But I graduate soon,
And I shall never forget my friends,
These days, this young life,
My heart racing with happiness,
Moving with an escaping,
Waitrose trolley.