I'M ALRIGHT JACK
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The U.K. announced another lockdown and Jack thought oh my golly
So he headed down to his local store , determined to fill his trolley
At the loo rolls aisle his face lit up, he grabbed fifty for himself
And with a mocking laugh and a grin, he cleared the entire shelf.
Next on his list was pasta shells , there was only ten bags left
An old lady begged him for just one bag but Jack left her bereft
He then made his way to the bread aisle, without the slightest care
Many people stood just watching him and all they could do was glare.
Fresh baked bread white, brown and seeded; they all smelt so good
And he made sure he grabbed them all before anyone else could
Shower gels and bars of soap, well you can never have enough
He went back for another trolley 'cos, he wanted lots more stuff.
The alcohol aisle was next, for some whiskey, wine and beers
And as he queued at the checkout to pay, there were some nasty jeers
He wheeled the trolleys to his car; he'd completed his shopping task
Then drove out of the car park and out the window threw his mask.
His car broke down halfway home and he tried to flag folks down
He wanted to get to the garage that was at, the other end of town
Jack swore under his breath muttering, why's this happening to me
As cars went whizzing past him he thought, how mean some folks can be.
Dedicated to all the panic buyers who think of no one else but themselves
Written 3rd November 2020.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2020
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