Robbie Mcclellan Poet Narrative

Dog Food Volcano

Over 50 bags of dog food to choose from at tha Tractor Supply and the one I pick up and throw in the buggy has a hole the size of Mt. Everest. I emptied that entire bag into the buggy and buried my shoes up to my ankles in chicken flavored Alpo. Was it the small 10 pound bag of food for MissFortune and other ankle biters? Noooooo. It was the freakin monstrosity 52 pound bag (now with 10% more free) made just for cousin Eddie on Christmas Vacation and could feed Cugo for three months. I panicked and quickly grabbed another nearby buggy then continued my shopping experience. I left a trail of dog food kibbles falling from my pants cuff throughout the store leading up to the checkout register. As I was leaving I could hear, cleanup on isle 5!

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Darlene De Beaulieu May 2, 2019 at 5:08 PM Hello Robbie McClellan,I have just read your poem. You sure left a trail at the Tractor Supply store. I do not think they want you back in the store. have a nice evening my friend.