Wegmans
The supermarkets in Manhattan
Naturally are small,
Perhaps to compensate for
All the buildings that are tall.
They aren’t meant for shopping carts
Or giant stock-up sprees.
Most people grab the items
They can carry home with ease.
Today, though, in the suburbs
I hit Wegman’s - what a store!
So huge it seemed like there were
Miles of aisles to explore.
The produce all looked fresh, as did
The dairy, fish and meats.
The bakery was filled with lots
Of yummy fresh-made treats.
And oh, the choices in the section
Set aside for beer!
The IPA’s alone produced
A grin from ear to ear.
For someone used to city marts
I sure was blown away,
But overwhelmed by all the stuff
So tempting on display.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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