Grocery Store Poem

Ye poets of old, there were things left untold. Now groceries sold is the topic so bold.

Your nature was praised but some thoughts were not phrased.

the sheep had all grazed what on what were you raised 

I’ve been to a store where there’s food love and more, and aisles and the floor all so clean from a chore 

It’s grocery store craze and the great gourmet ways

with juice for our days and the meat and cheese trays

You spoke of the skies, and daffodil sighs, 

You wrote about flies and the birds’ many cries.

but where is the sign that points to the line

To checkout aisle nine all your food that is fine

I question why past poets didn’t make last

The break of each fast and the whole cashier cast

Of markets so great and the marts open late

I question your hate to not mention their fate.

In nature you found lots of things that resound but I fear in the ground there’s a cave near a mound

A hollow great void that to God has annoyed

For the language you toyed never said overjoyed

To walk in a store and see more and then more

The fish from the shore cooked and stacked from the floor.

So now it is done so it’s us with  the fun

You wrote of the sun but the grocery store won.