The Shopping Carts and the Zodiac

Long lines at the market,

Put me into thought.

Played a game to myself,

With this idea, why not?

 

Link some in the lines,

To the Chinese Zodiac.

You know, the placemat,

At most restaurants, in fact.

 

The Rabbit I thought,

This thin person in line.

No, not the lettuce,

But, good luck came to mind.

 

Looking down at his phone,

Replying, many texts.

Lot of good going on,

His smile, makes me guess.

 

The Snake I visualized.

A woman, much makeup.

Air thick with her perfume,

Filled my nostrils right up.

 

She’s wise and intense?

But, tends to be vain.

Yes, the Snake fits her here.

Would be appropriate, then.

 

The Monkey for the child,

Trying to persuade Dad.

Is intelligent, can influence,

For that large cookie bag.

 

The Ox for the Grand Mom,

Grand Kids by her side.

Bright, patient, inspiring,

Wee ones are her pride.

 

The signs of the Zodiac,

Explain dark sides, traits.

Of the creatures on the mat,

While in line, I still wait.

 

The Dog can be stubborn,

The Boar, marital rifts.

The Rooster so eccentric,

Rat’s, aloof, a spend thrift.

 

The Tiger is aggressive,

The Horse, so impatient.

Sheep wants to be unknown,

Dragon likes life complex.

 

 

Along with the traits,

The placemat also lists.

The creatures to avoid.

Sign might not mix well with.

 

The 12 on the placemat,

I decline to reveal me.

Just will say I get along,

With the Signs of my family.