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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Panic in the supermarkets! By the new mad author Stanley Russell Harris Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me. In the supermarkets do panic I see? I wonder why, as yesterday. I was in one food shopping I say. Not to me. I must now tell. Was for my daughter, she was unwell. I tramped the aisles I must say. All were crowded, as was a Friday. The shelves were packed with food galore. So what was the panic, I could not ignore? Everything on daughters list. I ticked off in case I missed. Just in case like I do write. I might load it twice in my basket alright! If I had two items that would be wrong. Unless two were written, so I didn’t go wrong. Then on the list in writing small, you know. Was one, (blinking) courgette, was so. And hey, there was one of them left.. I hope there was nothing I did forget. PS. For once! I got everything right. Was too much ham prepacked that’s right. But as I know my grandson Jay! I knew he’ll tuck that soon away. It’s just a fact with boys today. They need energy X-box to play. NB. Actually he is a football player. On the football field, playing in all weathers! As for mum, my daughter true! She freezes on the touchline too. Along with those other mums and dads! Wishing hot-dog's is what they had. You know, I’m glad I did not forget. And get that last, (blinking,) courgette. The above poem was conjured up in response to learning certain salad foods like Iceberg lettuces, peppers and guess what? Courgettes, were in short supply, being due to poor weather experienced in the growing UN country Spain. Fortunately we have friends in America who do grow courgettes as well, aren’t we lucky? I wonder why we in UK do not grow, such a crop in heated green-houses? No doubt many people in far-off countries would welcome shopping in a supermarket, so well-stocked as ours, wouldn’t they?
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