Originally Posted By: Tromboniator
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.

This is *really* nice, but the meter in the last line seems off to me. You should send it to Reader's Digest or maybe even New Yorker.