The Charge of the Light Brigade
Once in Home Depot
I was in the lighting aisle,
when a horde of aproned workers
descended down from a quarter mile
With hundreds of cartons of bulbs,
They were very bright I guess
I had to jump out of the way,
My bundles now a mess
So now you know how
It got the name, but one
thing more I must say,
They would not take cash,
I had to charge it all that day.
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