The Trolley Poem by Job Ombati

Love or hate it,
trolley is king!
Thin or fat,
simple or sophisticated,
squeaky or smooth,
all are so useful.

To love or hate,
in matter of life or death,
trolley is always good!
So useful,
through and through.

In the supermarket,
oh, how useful!
It is convenient company;
for the happy shopper,
for broke and hasty man,
for the grumbly housewife.
All,
to one destination they head;
the till.

In the kitchen,
oh, how useful!
Cheerfully, it delivers;
the gravy,
the cutlery,
hot and cold alike.
And ungrudgingly carts away
hungry plates,
leaving a trail of
satisfied belches.

In the morgue,
oh, how useful!
Though sad,
and a little distressed.
As faithful a servant,
it still serves,
but just one last time.

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