By day Sir Bowens scans the codes,
A knight of tape and bubble wrap,
Through endless aisles his cart he goads,
Till scanners beep their victory clap.
He slays the dragons made of stock,
With cardboard sword and sticker shield,
He wages war ’til punch-out clock,
Then heads back home from Fulfill-field.
But once he’s through his castle door,
Another battle comes alive—
His queen declares a brand-new war:
“Why can’t you ever load the drive?!”
He’d rather fight a thousand bins,
Than argue ‘bout the TV guide,
Yet every night Sir Bowens grins—
For losing’s safer than his bride.
