Jan 10: Shopping Trolley

Scoot down the aisles in my shopping trolley, I could go for miles in my shopping trolley.
Never say excuse me, never say please, ram it in the back of someone’s knees.
You really won’t believe your eyes, my shopping trolley’s been customised.
It’s got bull bars, radio controls, engine in the back and it purrs like a Rolls.
It’s got a Volvo chassis, a velvet seat, and around the store it can’t be beat.
It does somersaults and big backflips, roly-polys and wheely dips.
It goes over seventy miles per hour, flashing past in a burst of power.
Scoot down the aisles in my shopping trolley, I could go for miles in my shopping trolley.
Never say excuse me, never say please, ram it in the back of someone’s knees.

[Ruby]

Lovely poetry..image is a bit sad...

[📸 Bulldog 📷]

It's not that bad Ruby, they had some heavy machinery in to clean the bottom of the canal and remove all the shopping trolleys and car tyres. Further up the canal was still full of water and having had to do this before, I can guarantee that the lock would be full again within minutes of opening the top gates.
@ourrube

[Maggiemae]

I'm afraid I like your ditty more than your picture! But I can see that trolley lying there!

[Hazel A]

A few dead shopping trollies in there. How often do they have to clean it out?

[Gillian]

Haha! Great poem for a shopping trolley shot. They seem to find their way to the strangest spots!

[Katia]

Well spotted! ;)

[Kitti Nelson]

It is the nature of canals and waterways to attract the most unsuitable contents - as if shopping trolleys are adequate sailing vessels? Or perhaps particularly suited to a watery grave - I like the (almost) inevitable quality of the image and the darkness of the reflections.