Ode to Trader Joe's
Seasonal produce of mellow fruitfulness!
Island themed friend of the tropical sun;
Conspired to load the shopping cart
With fruit and veggies that round the table run;
Oft whoever seeks tasty may find.
To swell the freezer, and fill the pantry shelves
With a delicious variety of inspired cuisine,
Who hath not sampled amid thy store?
Sometimes returning again and again
Seeking thy tiny cup of gratis java.
Where are thy Joe-O's? Ay, where are they?
Think of them, and thy hast cheeses too,
Then in a clanging call the young cashiers beseech
Open yet another among the checkout stands
And gathering shoppers swoon in the lot.
WIth a nod to Keats