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Aisle 15


                                                   Aisle 15

 

Let me help you find exactly what you need,

because everything is in Aisle 15.

We have hundreds of lockets and giant jean pockets,

or maybe you’re looking for a purple light socket.

Take a look at our sets of invisible chairs,

or the gigantic jars of unicorn hairs.

There is a collection of glasses that can see,

in striped, spotted or 3-d.

Vampire teeth from Dracula himself,

are perched neatly on the top shelf.

Moths and butterflies float in jars,

the robots are near the toy cars.

Keys that belong to pianos and doors

are across from the carpets that float above floors.

We have quite the menagerie over here,

don’t worry, those lions are nothing to fear.

In stock are musical instruments of all kinds,

near the flowers, shrubbery and mutant vines.

Looking for something to quench your thirst?

Why not have a meal and a magazine first?

Our editorials are located near our edibles,

but nothing is organized so it’s really quite incredible.

Clothes, candles, lawnmowers, pencils and shoes,

stones, clocks, paints and vaccines for the flu,

oh yes, aisle fifteen has it all,

for every need, large or small.

Aardvarks to zinnias, and everything in between,

but I ask of you, please don’t get lost in aisle fifteen.

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