i'll never get to shout, 'his excellency's horses!'

pants for watching - as we wonder around the supermarket my daughter pushes her own trolley she's trying to give her brother's shins a wallop he shouts at her - how dairy the trolley is confiscated; we look for the extra strong mints there's a dog in a trolley looking shell-shocked we pass the ham my son talks of hamlet my daughter, in the trolley; her cheeks scrape against the frozen food doors sweet chin music in the fruit aisle i jump on the melons in snack limbo we find the mints and confectionary we can't find the car cash and carry blues a trolley is rolling towards us at 20 mph we're running out of thyme