I arrive in the car park it’s full of cars
Battered and bruised and covered in scars
I drive up and down seeking a place
To leave my old banger while I enter the race!
I approach the doors - a trolley I need
Don’t forget parsley and sesame seed
Down the first aisle fresh lettuce I see,
Feeling for firmness, that’ll do me.
I turn the first corner, the trolley won’t come
A push in the back and a bruise on the bum!
Now this trolley’s fighting, it’s lost a wheel
Screeching and scraping an occasional squeal.
Pasta and pizza must not forget
And top up on brown sauce, I need some I bet.
As the trolley gets full, the fight just gets harder
But it will be worth it to top up the larder!
I pass the meat counter, a chicken I see
But I need one larger - that won’t even do me
Don’t forget stuffing it won’t be the same
And I really don’t like a brand with no name!
It’s nearly over, just beer and white wine
The latter for Mrs., the former is mine.
Now at the tills, the queue is quite short
Unload it again to pay for what’s bought
“Need help with packing?” I hear her say,
Not with the packing - I need help to pay!
Copyright © Roger Page | Year Posted 2010
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