The shelver

The Shelver

Pitter, patter of little dancing pumps,

Run Forrest run, like Forrest Gump.

In cycling attire, pushing his bike?
Reluctant to commence, the shelving hike.

Starting the shift down the Shelving Lane,

5 full trolleys, Oh woe the pain!

Amongst the trolleys, 3 unsorted!

If he'd known what awaited, shift aborted!

Pitter, patter of little dancing pumps,

Run Forrest run, like Forrest Gump.

1st floor, 2nd floor, all entwined,
Deep in thought, God on his mind.

On the spines, class-mark galore,

A tangled mess, Oh what a chore!

It's a balance on the madness border,

Shuffling and juggling, achieving order!

Pitter, patter of little dancing pumps,

Run Forrest run, like Forrest Gump.

He calls the lift, rattle and rumble,

Like a gibbering wreck, moan and grumble.

The shuffled walk, the gentle nod,
Good honest work, a servant to God?

Plodding the carpet, in full stealth mode,

This balding disciple needs to shed his load!

Pitter, patter of little dancing pumps,

Run Forrest run, like Forrest Gump.

Trolleys are growing, he's falling behind,

Needs his gruel, money on his mind.

Banging them away, volley after volley,

Goal achieved, an empty trolley!

Wash the hands and clean the grime,
Please, more shifts and overtime.

Little dancing pumps, pitter and patter,

The Loyal Shelver driven Mad as a Hatter!!