Sometimes you get a bagger at the grocery store who seems to read your mind and put things exactly where you want them. Sometimes you don’t. That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
Bag Help
Try not to cringe
As they put the eggs there
Bananas on the bottom
Don’t you even care?
I could reach to help
But you’re moving so fast
And now the bag is full
My time has passed
Here comes the second
With more produce on the bottom
Topped with heavy cans goods
We’ve got a grocery problem
At last you’re done
And I’ll cringe no more
I’ll just re-bag it all
When I’m out the door.
Produced by Laura Rice.
