Just a bit of light-hearted relief

                       Shopping Trolley
For a supermarket trolley Life can sometimes be quite cruel.
And there’s no one knows that better than meself.
With this 24 hour opening I’m just everybody’s fool
As I’m pushed around from aisle to stack to shelf.
And if my wheel goes wonky do I ever get a rest?
“I should co-co,” as I once heard someone say.
The politest thing they call me is, “A swerving blooming pest,”
After I’ve just done a 96  hour day!
Just imagine, friend, that you were me, doing that endless tour,
All laden with the same old boring things,
From the aisles then to the checkout then the supermarket door
Do you wonder that my poor heart seldom sings?
Some of us escape I know, but we’re never really free
Just shoved around by a silly blinking kid.
But one day you might spot one, a daring escapee
That’s lying low and hoping it’s well hid.
Go up to it and talk awhile and when you’ve won its trust
“What would you like to be, then?” you must ask it
I guarantee the answer, or may I break out in rust,
It will answer, “Just a simple wire basket”

                          Dining-a-deux
Last night a baby elephant came round and had some tea
And it ate all the bananas that we had.
So let’s hope that Mrs. Elephant’s got something nice for me,
‘Cos I can be a very hungry lad.

I hope they’ve got fish fingers and a big, big pile of chips
And tomato ketchup in a squeezy bottle.
So I can rub my tummy and I can lick my lips
And shake the sauce so out’ll come a lottle.

Mike Morris