I am at the grocery store, <br />Moving with my cart down the aisle. <br />In the middle of the aisle floor <br />Is a sight that raises my bile. <br />A lady and her cart loom still, <br />Leaving no room on either side. <br />She's talking on her phone, quite shrill, <br />Ignoring my 'excuse mes' tried. <br />So with my cart, hers gets a bump, <br />Pushing it over from its rut. <br />The lady's cart makes a loud thump, <br />As it plows into her rude butt. <br /> <br />She shrieks. I say in a terse tone, <br />'Shh! You're trying to use the phone.'<br /><br />Ima Ryma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hit-and-fun/
