Mart Poems - Poems about Mart

Half besides Shoe Mart Rise height of ephemeral, The other side blank....

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Mart has almost no friends. He is a different race than anyone at school. His low I.Q. makes him act differently. He is a concrete thinker. Abstract thoughts he does not grasp. When he gets a friend, he is super thrilled. His exuberance overwhelms them. He speaks in a super loud voice. He is an incessant talker. He needs no personal space, so he...

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1. As you search the aisles at Walmart for something to say to your boyfriend’s mother? a. You look for kind words in the book section b. You search through the sheets and comforters c. You listen to the other customer’s conversations d. You pray that she isn’t listening closely to your wisdoms 2. When there is a sale at Walmart, you – a. Grab your car...

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On her face the portrayal: Was undeserved betrayal: While resting in mortuary; Later in her obituary. But her photo had come first: A scream-it-to-The World thirst. But I have my own challenge: What would finding a thing change? Lies that could break a strong heart: She’d shoplifted in a mart? Or whisper desultory Alleging adultery “Man had been a betrayer, Her face ‘not First Soothsayer…”...

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What if Mona Lisa’s treated like corn? In multiple forms made and marketed? From one of a kind and mysterious born, What if it steals no heart nor turns keen head? Imagine several shades of dull grey, And classics that meander out of hands, What if Sun never sets nor ends the day? Bouquet that passes...

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I wanted to buy Walmart stock My husband said it was a bad deal It would never increase in value I had a different idea, but he is the financial genius So I backed down And watched it rise up and up and up and up and up I am still watching it rise up But I keep my mouth shut about...

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“Welcome to Kansas Sofa Mart. How are you today? Looking for anything in particular?” They look like an odd couple. He is old and ugly; she is young and cute. Too cute. Husband glares. Wife runs toward salesman, jumps on my lap, strokes my beard. “You remind me of my daddy,” wife says. Husband looks damned mad. I jump...

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Do you have a copy machine? Well certainly, Wal-mart said. And she proved it. I don’t suppose you have a notary, I said hesitantly. I AM a notary, Wal-mart said. She grabbed up her rubber stamp, ready to stamp. I don’t suppose you take blood tests here, I asked. “DNA tests?” She asked, perking up, getting out a DNA kit. “Marriage blood tests,”...

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Once there was a ginormous purple dinosaur. His nickname was “Tiny”, and he was very poor. One day he went stomping into the yummy store wanting Fruity Pebbles; he didn’t have any more. One old box was left on the shelf and it was ripped. Irritated was Tiny, he trampled and flipped. He ran full speed around the store, fell...

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PARKING LOT MEDITATION Leaning back on my car hood the old blue skies have my eyes squinting ion clues of a melody wanting to be born of scars in me innerspheres humming to a song an accompaniment to this show of seagulls’ white wings soundless in a crowded messaging sky shared with jets...

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Altiloquent in behavior Quick to carom Unabashedly pawky A labyrinthine of misadventure Like living in Greenland Hardly felt warmth Got the oil- Wanted nothing more Silenced your weapon Named it trust In the end Just shot yourself Like Halloween everyday Since the mask came on A new disguise Darker and darker you stay...

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Years ago I wrote a jingle for a real store. They didn't know I did, but I did. The soda pop shop The soda pop shop Be sure to stop In the soda pop shop If it ain't pop We ain't got it Jeff Mart!...

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In the month of July during whirlpool A Legacy was born to challenge a fool Who in sphere of market did money drool. As all feast and dance and sing in yule Many people like Vipul, Maulik and Sanket rule Over minds of customers who remain very cool In our D-Mart which served as a perfect tool, Come and...

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Why I Hate Shopping at Snarl-Mart By Elton Camp The parking lot’s hard to bear For it must be a mile square Any spot close to the door, No parking there anymore. Dozens of them are labeled “For use only by the disabled.” Enough for every wheelchair Within a hundred miles of there. At the door, I nearly start to choke Employees around...

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Road Rage At Wal-Mart By Elton Camp It was a task Meg did hate A shopping cart to separate After many jerks to pull one apart Annoyed, shopping she did start Moving up the produce aisle Meg had to face her first trial A cart she couldn’t get around Angrily at its user she did frown Picking her beans one-by-one Was the woman’s idea of...

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