My brother built a grocery store
To annihilate our mother.
The building was a carnivore,
'T'would eat what it could smother.
He rigged the soap aisle to collapse,
But Mom shopped in another.
A quirk of fate it was, perhaps:
An aisle ate my brother.

edit: Nice work, Jenny.

Last edited by Tromboniator; 03/09/12 04:05 AM.