I once wrote a poem called “I rode a shopping trolley”
And you might think it madness, or at least a mere folly,
But I did it and I’d do it again, while I’m not proud
I wrote it on a napkin, and read it out quite aloud.
Long ago it came to me, and I in South Australia
I’d ne’er set foot to stage, so knew of no former failure.
So up I rose with my napkin and beer firmly in hand
In stood my most poetic pose, my most dramatic stand
“I rode a shopping trolley” and the audience amused
“To home from down the street” no audience member refused.
The poem went on to the end to a wall of applause
As though all in the room and I were joined on a great cause
And the host gladly announced “mate, that’s the best that’s been done
And followed with “And so far tonight, it’s the only one.
For my trouble I won myself a night filled up with drink
Followed by a difficult morning, my head in the sink.
And now, after all this time, and still I know it by heart
My poem about riding home, in a wild shopping cart.