Ode to the Lowly Dock Cart

We complain when they are dirty
We complain when they are full of rain water
We complain when the wheels squeak and wobble
We complain when we set our fresh laundry in one that had just been used to haul used engine oil
We complain when they are all at the shore end of the dock
We complain when they are all at the far end of the dock.


But we complain loudest of all, when there are none to be found.