It lies forlornly in a shallow murky stream

Rust particles starting to show on its mesh structure

and a soggy till receipt hugs against its side

 together with a crumpled Mars bar wrapper.

 

Bread, milk, cream cakes and mushy peas, will have long been transferred

from this receptacle to fridge, pantry or stomach, after which a short

but violently rocky trip to the local woods, where unceremoniously dumped

for all the kids to play with.

 

They did wheelies with it, giving each other rides, and racing against time

with an iPhone to hand that was mine.

This until a wheel snapped off, rendering it useless and past its push by date

 

A watery grave now being the only option for this whopper shopper

no prayers said here, only kids laughing and going off their trollies.

Didn’t cost them any lolly, so just leave it here for the volunteers to clear.

 

All this because a lazy local shopper had filled the trolley chocca blocker

and couldn’t be arsed to check out or bag it, instead electing to drag it

a mile or two, to their smoke filled, beer instilled

two bedroomed flat, paying rent a thing of the past. 

 

A mug of coffee and a fag, then a push, a tug and a drag

to whatever spot was the tip today, then just casually walk away.  

 

RIP Tesco trolley, your folly is complete.

Your aluminium soul at heavens gate,

If you’ve no pound coin it may be too late.