Strolling along in Venice
With a shopping cart as home
Traveling through the city’s streets
Not homeless alone.
“This is it, Jerry!”
Then a shot rang loud
Our shock was spoken
Then we looked around
Our shopping cart was stolen
Our little turned to none
With little arguing or discussion
The chase had now begun
Running through the streets of Venice
Without a shopping cart or home
Frenzy in the city’s streets
Shopping cart-less alone.
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 2:56 PM UTC
Strolling along in Venice
With a shopping cart as home
Traveling through the city’s streets
Not homeless alone.
“This is it, Jerry!”
Then a shot rang loud
Our shock was spoken
Then we looked around
Our shopping cart was stolen
Our little turned to none
With little arguing or discussion
The chase had now begun
Running through the streets of Venice
Without a shopping cart or home
Frenzy in the city’s streets
Shopping cart-less alone.
Written in 7th grade and recently rediscovered.
Copyright © Rachel Talley
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