2015 Day 25 – The Charge of the Trolley Brigade

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league inward,
Into the megastore
Surged the bewildered.
“Forward to cake supplies!
Charge for baked goods!” he cried.
Into the megastore
Surged the bewildered.

“Forward to cake supplies!”
Were there sufficient pies?
No, though the shoppers knew
Some had been pilfered.
Theirs not to whine and cry.
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to shop or die.
Into the megastore
Surged the bewildered.

Trolleys to right of them,
Trolleys to left of them,
Trolleys in front of them
Wobbled and hindered;
Trying to force a smile,
Walking for what seemed miles,
Into the megastore,
Into the nightmare aisles
Surged the bewildered.

Flashed all their credit cards,
Flashed as they claimed ‘rewards’,
Watched by the security guards,
Charging a fortune, while
Bored partners lingered.
Kids screaming extra loud
Just to annoy the crowd,
Mums and some dads
Bloody but still unbowed
Stocked up on fish fingers.
Then back to the checkout, but not
Merely bewildered.
Trolleys to right of them,
Trolleys to left of them,
Trolleys in front of them
Wobbled and hindered;
Trying to force a smile,
Enduring a headache vile
Queuing in single file.
Escaped from the megastore,
Out of the nightmare aisles
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Broke and bewildered.
How did they fill that trolley?
O how they spent their lolly –
Notes, copper, silver!
Gawp at that brimming trolley!
Gawp at their spending folly,
As they go home bewildered!

Note: The prompt was to write a parody of a famous poem.

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