N,I'm still laughing over this one! I know you had to clean it up a bit to put it on the regular pages but it's still as funny as you know what!

Still lolling... Maybe you could call it war with my shopping self?

Em

Dear Nams, Ive come across this poem of yours and thought it nice to examine your wonderful work....once again.

The title 'at war with shopping bags' tells the pending poem is going to be light hearted and to write a story. Further the title indicates the method of writing you have adopted for the piece. That is free verse - which is
Poetry that is free from limitations of regular meter or rhythm and does not rhyme with fixed forms.

Remember - put the car in park today Naomi.
Don't forget the handbrake!
You can fit all these on your arms easy!

First four lines indicate the story will be told as if the author was retelling thoughts and actions as they were occurring. Sort of like muttering to yourself which we do at times. Using your name makes the reader feel more connected to you. Something I delight in.

Why did I think I could do this,
when clearly I had no idea.
OUCH! The plastic bags are cutting deep into my wrists.

Humor is clearly intentioned in this early part of the free verse. The use of the words 'ouch' and the scenario of bags digging in the wrists ....successfully engage the reader with a common scenario. Here I am laughing and thinking yep been there.

Keep moving.. Like Dory
Just keep moving, moving, moving.
Just keep moving.

Well. I adore this! For I love dory, so very very much. It also connects me more to your piece. The use of repetition takes the reader with you.

"Ah for eff sake Naomi, you silly girl!
Look at what ya done!
Apples everywhere!
The bread is squished.
Eggs are cracked and yolks are leaking out of the carton.
And the cheese is rolling off!
And now someone comes to help?!
EFF YOU,
I don't need you now!
It's too late"

Bhaha 'EFF you', the yell of a modern poet stuck in a domestic chore! Eggs cracked, apples everywhere bread squished. These are great visuals!

Humorous poems are new to me. Overall I loved your war on shopping bags, and thankyou for taking us with you. No improvements I can suggest - your work is you. I wonder if for the sake a dialogue with a family member maybe be funny too...
"Here!" I throw an egg at my brother
" I hope you like your eggs scrambled!
Next time YOU goto war
I am done. Surrendering
To a superior force"
My brother adorns
A confused bewildered
look I've only seen once before;
My last tantrum.

Lol hugs to you Nams