I pulled her in and twirled her out
Her sleek legs danced imaginary rainbows
Gracing the floor as if to sing
Pirouette! Pirouette! Will you do the tango?
Thus was the dance with a one-handled kids’ shopping cart at IKEA
Enough personification, Carte and me spun about
In the rejects department we danced close
To the gentle beat of the Michael Buble swing
When the lady of my life said, “let’s go!”
Thus ended my trance with a one-handled kids’ shopping cart. Please Mama!