|Only hours until the Wegmans lane opens!|
What will you do in the few hours until the Columbia Wegmans opens? Why read poetry, of course? Poetry from Dennis and Amanda, who will be among the opening-day hordes on Sunday and who composed a perfectly-timed (and perfectly-rhymed) take on a famous poem.
You know the tune:
Twas the Night Before Wegmans
Twas the night before Wegmans, when all through the county
Not a resident was stirring, not even for paper towels named Bounty.
The shopping carts were placed outside with great care,
In hopes that Sean and Dennis soon would be there.
The Howard Sapiens were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of exotic cheeses danced in their heads.
And Amanda in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long night's nap.
When out on Snowden River there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the newly paved parking lot
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the new Columbia hot spot.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a coupon book to Wegmans for discounts to share.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on Route 175,
The prancing and pawing of Howard Sapiens beginning to form a line.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down came Wegmans employees from the county beginning to surround
They spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And filled all the isles, with delicious foods like Jamaican beef jerk.
And preparing their cash registers with currency and change,
They all gave a nod to begin the great exchange!
They sprang to their feet, and gave a great whistle,
And away the Howard Sapiens all flew like a missile.
And I heard them exclaim, ‘as the residents lined up for the night,
"Happy Wegmans to all, my goodness what a sight!"