Best Superstore Poems
Tom Cunninghams Cunning Marmite Conspiracy - An Ice Cream Gran Special
...It’s dreadful, a disaster, it’s a terrible calamity
Housewives going frantic for the thing they seek but cannot see
Supermarket workers helping those who shout the most
Try their best to find a ja......
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Categories:
superstore, cat, grandmother, hero, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
I Am a Waiter
...I Am A Waiter
“I am a waiter,” the man said to me,
“ I wait in a restaurant serving luncheon and tea.”
“I am a waiter,” I said with a sigh,
“Where do you wait?” he asked in ......
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Categories:
superstore, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Pickle Party
...PICKLE PARTY
The pickles were having a party
In the superstore one night.
The manager was home in bed
So they knew they were all right.
It was a singles party,
Each looking......
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Categories:
superstore, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
King of Beggars
...King of beggars set a target for his men a stager
You must spend 100 dollars in the Spree market I do wager
they gained momentum
......
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Categories:
superstore, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Jobs, Jobs, Jobs
...Schwegmann, Winn Dixie, the Superstore and more
Customer service was instilled indeed in you for sure
You hungry so you pull up in the drive thru
Welcome to McDonald's, how may I help you?
Bask......
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Categories:
superstore, change, fun, growth, jobs,
Form:
Rhyme
The Frozen Turkey Incident
...The Frozen Turkey Incident
(Absolutely True Story)
One day whilst shopping in a Superstore
I saw a man bending over his basket on the floor.
Then a chil......
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Categories:
superstore, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
Portrait of An Envirophile
...Measure you may the enviro-crusader’s carbon footprint
As he globe-trots piling credits on his obese carbon profile.
Never mind, in exotic locations on eco-holiday does he relax,
Ready is he to de......
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Categories:
superstore, social, earth,
Form:
Verse
The Sardine
...The Sardine
(How the best laid plans
can sometimes go wrong)
The Sardine is an unusual fish,
It spends all its life in a tin
On top of a Superstore shelf
......
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Categories:
superstore, fish, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Taking My Place
...To the man who shouted at me
One morning on my way to the gym:
‘I’d like to be like you!”
You want to be like me.
You want to be me.
To take me just like that.
You want to just go up to a ......
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Categories:
superstore, imagination, independence day, jealousy,
Form:
Blank verse
Ruminations In the Parking Lot
...Why are the sea gulls shopping here, if not
for "White Stag, "No Boundaries." or "Faded Glory?"
Is there some other story? Coffee, Tea or You,
or just practicing beach and gray-sky calls
over concre......
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Categories:
superstore, urban,
Form:
Free verse
Sunday Shopping
...Who has claimed
the highest
perch as I lurch
into the supermarket
for more inventory
to tell my story.
Sea birds roosting
on the superstore roof,
or cruising its parking
lot: it's what they've
go......
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Categories:
superstore, abuse,
Form:
Rhyme
Each Small Ornament Reminds Me of You
...I always considered you littered my home,
Small knickknacks adorning overcrowded shelves.
The marble statues you bought from lovely Rome,
I leave them there, a memory of ourselves.
And in gay P......
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Categories:
superstore, appreciation, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
''Credit Store''
...I have to make my living on my friends
My enemies contribute not at all
Therefore I cannot give,or profit ends
And then my ......
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Categories:
superstore, business, giving, grandfather,
Form:
Light Verse
Ruminations In the Parking Lot
...Why are the sea gulls shopping here,
if not for "White Stag, No Boundaries" or
"Faded Glory?" Is there some other story?
Coffee, tea, or you, or just practicing beach
and gray-sky calls over c......
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Categories:
superstore, angst
Form:
Blank verse
Where Are the Gallant Knights
...Whither the true gentleman who holds the door open for a lady
Whither the noble scout, escorting an elderly matron 'cross the street
Whither the friendly officer who greets me as I pass him on ......
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Categories:
superstore, lost, nostalgia, society,
Form:
Free verse