Ode to a Grocery Cart

I was on my way home,
from an evening jog,
My legs slightly weary,
my mind in a fog,

When all of the sudden,
To my surprise,
Appeared a grocery cart,
Before my very eyes.

Such a beauty she was,
Her metallic glory and sheen,

And I thought to myself,
"Who can we thank,
For this delightful machine?"

Living on the corner,
can be quite nice,
But gifts like this have surfaced,
Not once, but twice.

Who knows how long
She shall remain,
But thank you, dear someone,
For sprucing up our lane.