The Walmart Greeter
The Walmart greeter in my town
Is short and fat with the face of a clown
Her cheeks are rouged a brilliant hue
Her lips are painted a deadly blue
Her hair is sparse and greying
She wears a toothless smile
She pushed a cart into my hands
And shoved me down the aisle
She is in charge of every cart
Helping patrons shop the mart
Answers questions every day
Where's the diapers? Where to pay?
Do you sell rackets for the courts?
Where do I return these under shorts?
Where's the bathroom? I lost my keyes
Can you find my husband, please?
So when you pass a Walmart store
Remember the greeter at the door
Although her guise may seem uncanny
Don't forget she's someone's granny!
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