ODE TO A SHOPPING TROLLEY
Oh beautiful chromed perambulator
You of the sleek wheels
And wayward inclinations
Carrier of booze and babies
And, occasionally, goods and chattels,
You were a lovely mover once
Look at you now;
Silt to your midriff
Capsized for eternity
Gathering flotsam and jetsam
For a stinking old stream;
Fit for nothing but stopping gaps
My Writing Life 
Of the lines, I love “wayward inclinations” in particular – but I wonder if “gaps” prevents a useful resonance that “stopping” would give the poem at the end because ‘stopping’ rhymes with “shopping” – and, myself, I think I’d like ‘the continuous’ to work for the poem just there i.e, ‘continually’ stopping (because the stream continually passes through the abandoned up-ended trolley). (Just a 1st reaction I share for what it’s worth.)
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I like it Nigel. I might even change it!
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