Best Kroger Poems

Knowing you love me warms me up inside 
I know you want to kiss me
Sorry we live so far away 
Should I have the choice...

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palindromes

A dog! A panic in a pagoda!
Teenager Rex brought a can of soda;
he shook it up hard and then pulled the tab.
But Rex was too...

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My Dad drove a big grocery truck,
An eighteen-wheeler it was,
It gave me a thrill just to look at that monster,
But to ride in it gave...

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Kroger, Winn-Dixie, Piggly Wiggly, or Harvey's
All great places to shop
But when the clerk queries 'paper or plastic'
My demeanor makes a terrible hop

I envision my eggs...

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I'm done with this I've had enough of this/
Slushy trip since Hell Paso son just quit
This empty pursuit
Of letting the past keep livin' through you/
Go...

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 narrative 

Old Rinzburger was dead, 
only his wife has doubts. 
Death certificate had been signed.
by the banker, his best friend, 
He will soon take...

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They are on the final stage 
Of being in their Nascar cage 
Soon they will leave the Daytona sun 
And under the lights this car...

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A dog! A panic in a pagoda!
A teen named Bob, a can of cream soda.
With one eye shut, he shook and pulled the tab.
The boob...

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These old bodies,
Clutched
Like paper bags
Full of food,
Soaking wet
In a steady rain,
The bottom falling out,

Sent
Into the parking lot
Leaning
On
The wobbling heels,
The wheels of shopping carts.

You see,
The doctor’s...

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The gleaners undirt 
these profane candy morphs 

as they sift through the fields 
in springs and falls.

Apiaceous, mud beige
burrowed beasties, them

bow legged, cowboy pulps; 
others...

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Only at Wal-Mart

By Elton Camp

Where you must park a mile away
Beggars are at the doors every day

Vacant shelves all over the store
How can shoppers ask...

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We get buried under tents
in cemeteries, a sensible 

insurance send off,
throwing roses into a hole. 

At parking lot carnivals in June, 
I throw rings at...

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Caravan

You don’t pick radishes. 
You pull radishes, bent over
Workin’ backwards, ten hours. 

Rubber band ‘em by the dozen
Bushel full, boss pays eight bits. 
Twenty bushel...

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I changed my shower curtain yesterday.
I was too short so I had to strain on my tiptoes to get each ring in place.
My mind was...

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