Trollies in Kremenchuk

I curse the bloody things sometimes.

Last Monday at the Shopping Mall

I grabbed one but a wheel was jammed.

The next one veered off to the right

And the last trolley in the row

Simply collapsed before my eyes.

I went outside to the car park

And spotted a shiny model

In the far corner. Just the job,

I thought, and marched off to claim it.

Light and mobile, it was perfect.


At that moment, the missile fell;

Blown in the air, I was all right.

Unlike many, including some

Who made do with the duff trollies.

Perhaps I am too demanding.


They say life is a lottery,

But one man is off his trolley.


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Stephen Gospage

Sat 2nd Jul 2022 17:47

Thanks, Stephen.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 1st Jul 2022 14:10

Thank you Greg, John and Carol for the very kind comments. Good to hear the Russians have abandoned Snake Island and that Ukraine's resistance goes on.

Thanks to Holden, Rudyard, Bethany and K Lynn for liking.

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Greg Freeman

Thu 30th Jun 2022 23:59

Another remarkable poem, Stephen. I say your poetry is part of Ukraine's resistance. I see they have retaken Snake Island.

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Carol Congalton

Thu 30th Jun 2022 21:41

Wow. Life is so like that at times. The last stanza speaks volumes.

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John Botterill

Thu 30th Jun 2022 20:25

Very clever and poignant, Stephen. I love the final line! 😎

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