The Square Wheel

Did you ever have a shopping cart

with a mind of its own?

I push this way - it goes that;

I feel helpless to the bone.

It squeaks and groans and people stare;

I can't get into high gear.

Shopping is a tedious task

but it would help if I could steer.

It's strange, I know, but it doesn't start

until I've filled the cart half-way;

Somehow I know it will be there for me,

again, next shopping day.


Joan Adams Burchell

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