Costco Land

The summer sun skims upon the silver palace,

It makes the metal shine.

Twinkle, twinkle big bulk star,

How you enthrall the minds of all.

Peasants stand barred at the door,

Wishing to take part in such a Utopia.

Entry is reserved just for the elite,

On comes the soccer moms in heaps.

They skate on smooth floors of glass,

Gliding through the aisles for all their hearts desires.

The endless choices seem almost fictional,

Not to mention the incredible financials.

Stop for a dollar-fifty hot dog,

Or a stuffed bear that’s fluffy and tall.

Now how can a place have such great sales?

Well that’s the magic of wholesale retail.