Shopping Carts

The evil carts lined up in rows
Delight in causing shopper woes
They link their arms with all their might
Sworn not to yield without a fight

But I came ready for the fray
Called 911 while on the way
The jaws of life will save the day

I feel vibration, hear the squeal
The protest from a wobbly wheel
Like rolling on a rocky heath
It roars with noise and rattles teeth

Carts seek revenge on aisle six
They block my path to pancake mix
But I use mine as bumper car
Surviving their last act of war

My basket’s full, the shoppers clap
Those beaten foes now piles of scrap
I cruise a final victory lap