Costco
Show your card to enter;
Gaze at all the piles –
Boxes after boxes
Stacked for blocks or maybe miles.
All the sizes jumbo;
Price-wise it’s a steal.
To the average shopper
I can see that’s the appeal.
Maybe I’m too urban,
But it’s not my thing.
Shopping in a warehouse
Is, to me, a one-time fling.
I prefer my markets,
Though I pay much more,
For me and Costco somehow
Don’t have much of a rapport.
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