Delivered
Poem:Delivered
I made it through the shopping list
So glad I was thinking of you
Didn’t know it could all be made easier because of a Mr Deliveroo
A who?
He zipped up and down my… street
I was feeling at a loss and incomplete
I was sad yes, it’s true
but then he made me feel bright, sparkly and new
Woo hoo
I liked his cheeky grin
I saw this for the very first time
I got eggs, bananas, bubble bath and my favourite red wine
Before speeding off, for a second his eyes met with mine
I liked his cheeky grin
Woo hoo
And thank you
Mr Deliveroo
Delivered: Review
‘Making it through’ sounds like a statement of having survived something ghastly and stressful perhaps? A shopping list can be a tiresome task, yes and not at all stimulating. A faff but a necessary thing to do and it was successfully completed in the poem. Hurrah, and well done etc. but please do carry on with the day, it’s only a list.
What kept the customer motivated throughout making it was not only thinking about the delivery of goodies coming their way, but the focus was the on the driver who hadn’t been seen yet and already had heroic status. Really? The customer’s needs were due to be met. Ooh the anticipation!
The Delivery driver has been given a title. Why is this? A Mr, sure he is but not a title of the company for whom he works! He can use his own name and title for when the uniform comes off right? Surely a person’s identity is more than who it is they work for?
Would all drivers be referred to as a Mr, Mrs or a Ms, (insert name of company) ?
Inspired by this customer in the poem, would all be given a title, maybe a badge or a sticker? Who doesn’t like being awarded a badge? More cost efficient than offering a pay rise eh? (I’ll leave it there)
It’s odd and a bit humorous; Could you imagine a Mr Tesco or a Madam Waitrose? or a Lady Lidl? I’ll stop there before I get too carried away with titles of the “Right Honorables of this, that and the other…Ok, here I go,” The Right honorable- Mr Chippy” (sorry, I couldn’t help but add that one)
I think the narrator is in fantasy land when they mention the ‘zipping up and down…’ Some alternative zipping undertones I’m detecting here!
In real life, the only thing the delivery driver intends to do in terms of ‘zipping’ is to the destination requested, return to base before awaiting the next command. “To zip” is to do it there a back in an instant, get paid and survive!
A feeling of sadness yes, but that was brought immediately to an end. A great little food delivery service on nippy and zippy wheels,serving the public instantly with having a few groceries and takeaway meals brought to your door!
A genius move for the instant emergency essentials needed but what are those essentials?
Like I have commented on previous reviews; How did humanity ever cope with living life before this apparent ‘evolution’ of what I can only call a steadily and subtly enforced gap in the market. A clever gap of a curated culture. If enough folk are doing it, it must be the correct thing to do right? Hmm, I wonder?
Is that then the death of the monstrous, misery inducing supermarkets? Are most folk ‘time-too tired’, ‘time-can’t be bothered’ and in general are ‘time-poor’ mode with there not being enough dried stuff in cupboards, that’s if folk aren’t chopping up the cupboard doors for firewood to keep warm during winter months? (another story for another time as I’m time poor at the moment to make any comment on that) Right now, I think folk are more concerned with their time and where not to spend it.
“Woo Hoo” indicates an expression of excitement. I get it, with my feet firmly on the ground and with my head very firmly on my shoulders and away from any floating clouds inducing a state of delusion!
In this 21st century, post pandemic world way of life, it’s nice to be exposed to the narrator’s fantasy because of the brief connection that they have had with a human being. Eye contact, where simple smiles and politeness can be exchanged face to face. Humanity is still here. Woo Hoo to you and thank you-hoo poet!