I worked at the village market
It was nothing like a Target
It was just a crappy convience store
That had a broken front door
All the customers were a bunch of weirdos
Some came in just for Cheetos
Others came in for ice cream
Most of them made me want to scream
It was the worlds easiest job
My bosses name was Bob
Last I heard he had closed it forever
I wish him well in his next endeavor
My favorite rhyme:
ReplyDelete"All the customers were a bunch of weirdos
Some came in just for Cheetos."
I have been known to make a Cheeto-run or two myself . . .