Walmart Poem by T. R. Crissian

Once lived a crazy story,
About a crazy little girl named Tory,
Who accidentally got locked up in Wal Mart.
So now I tell you of her smarts,
And what she did:

Most of the lights were turned off,
But that didn't stop her from jumping on the beds,
All jumpy, squishy, big, tall, and soft.

She threw all the pillows in the isle,
And shoved all the men's socks in a bed sheet,
These are only some of the things she did that made her smile.

She slipped on two big socks and slid across the floor,
The little girl ate up all the chocolate ice cream,
And devoured all the pop-tarts,
Even with all that she still wanted more!

She stole all the cakes from the bakery,
And ate up all the cheese,
Ran to the gun isle and shot a rifle,
Goodness! This story is such a tease!

She found a big fluffy chair and plopped down,
After dragging it over to a TV to watch Mr Brown.

When the movie ended she had a foot race with a teddy bear,
She wrecked all the books but-she was having fun-what did she care?

After pulling on tight jeans, high-tops, and a flouncy dress,
She sang opera then drank all the grape soda,
The destructive child! Ugh-what a mess! ! !

Once the soda got into her system,
The world slowed and she speed-ed up,
She bounced and jumped and hit the ceiling,

Ouch! What a painful feeling.

Gosh, I'd hate to see this girl on a Monster Drink,
Danger! Look ahead! Caution!
She's running so fast that BOOM! she smashed into the sink.

Did that slow her down? Nope-only the police stopped her,
Early in the morn when a worker arrived and thought her to be deranged she made a call,
The child was, now with the police, under control.

Now she's never aloud to go shopping lest it should happen again,
How sad! How mean!
Oh, and did I mention that the little girl was me?