Best Grocers Poems

I often wonder slightly,
     as I close the fridge door nightly,
is there more to know about produce,
     so innocent next to juice?
Does the mayo fight the milk jug?
     Does the ketchup dance out...

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The Hyperactive Stranger At Bristle Grocers WHERE'S THE BEEF - A Narrative Poem


One day at a grocery shop,
I met a man selling meats,
For the money, he wanted to swap,
But I wanted some wheat.

"Got any wheats?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No ears of...

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