Just a trifle

‘Twas the night before Christmas When I started the chore Of making the trifle As I’d done before I’d boiled the kettle when I realised I’d forgotten the jelly what a surprise So I jumped on my scooter I took off at speed. Trying to remember how much I would need The shops were so busy, no room to move. But I fought my way forward with a push and a shove Grabbing the jellies I flew up the aisle. The girl on the checkout Even managed a smile. When I got home, I wanted to scream. Wouldn’t you know it? I’d forgotten the cream.