Short Grocery Store Poems
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Quick trip to the grocery store
not looking for anything more;
Suddenly a cute cashier!
Damn! Didn’t fix my hair
before I walked out the door.
Going to the grocery store?
Look at all the food galore!
Empathetic for all those without
Give to church and maybe charities without a doubt!
Lucky to live in U.S.A.
Have enough money to pay!
I write 'em in a car, on the back of a horse
I write 'em while sitting on the throne of course
One place I won't
While crossing a moat
And definitely not shopping at a grocery store
i can smell her chocolate and peanut butter as i enter the grocery store
do you smell that?
sweet salty Reeses peanut butter cups
i envision myself unwrapping her aluminum foil
bite sized?
heck no!
This lady in line at the grocery store
A special “five to a customer” wanted five more
Challenged the cashier
Who said “only five my dear”
“Go out and come back in, the limit to ignore”
This lady in line at the local grocery store
A special “five to a customer” wanted five more
Challenged the cashier
Who said “only five my dear”
“Go out and come back in, the limit to ignore”
If we don’t have time for the supermarket,
there’s a store on the corner for what we can get.
For years, it has stood.
The quality and service are good.
We get what we need and more
at the CORNER GROCERY STORE.
Patrick Mahomes
Cutest quarterback in the NFL
Sweetest smile
Darling of Kansas City
Go Chiefs!
Patrck Mahomes
in all kinds of Hy-Vee grocery store ads
Making friends with all of us
Young and old
Go Chiefs!
Oh, if I could see once more
a gumball machine in a grocery store.
Alas, these days, I never do see any,
although, they only cost a penny -
and, then I'd like to take a ride
on a little coin operated car outside.
at the grocery store
time moves slow
as the self-checkout line.
at the register a mother
digs for change in her
pink purse. her daughter
laughs as she slices
a purple grape in half
with two new front teeth.
It is many months since I fell,
Going down hard on the sidewalk
Unable to rise unaided
The bruises on my face become
A topic of conversation for strangers.
The checker at the grocery store asks
"Well, who beat you up?"
My son threw a tirade
At the parade
He rolled on the floor
In the grocery store
He made quite a loud fuss
On the bus
I said I’ve had quite enough
No more guff!
written January 17, 2022
you’re the bouquet i buy
on a whim at the grocery store,
cheap and a little wilted,
but perfect in a way
that makes me want to keep them forever.
even when the petals fall,
i can’t bring myself to throw you away.
stepping through the automatic doors
of a brand new grocery store
is a peek into another world
there’s no sandwich counter here, a tragedy—
but the frozen aisle in the center of the store
you have to take the bad with the good.
Brown paper package
New to the action
Grocery store plastic bag
Stack can goods and bottles
Customer broken sack
Fallen on floor broken bottle of ketchup
"clean-up in Asile 6"
11/24/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
My mom's children numbered four,
so, when she went to the grocery store,
she filled the cart up and then some more,
and complained to her friends in frustration -
she'd paid twenty dollars (because of inflation)
at the grocery store.
The odds of going to a grocery store for a loaf of bread
And coming out with just that, you'd be severely misled
Odds are three billion to one
Your basket will be overrun
With a myriad of other mouth watering items instead
Can't find my car, should recognize it... it's white
That's 50% of cars these days, doesn't help my plight
Outside a local grocery store
Tried to remain calm, but swore
Finally found it, it was jumping up and down with delight
We were out of milk
So, we raced to the grocery store
My husband and I had competing carts
We raced around the aisles like we were on fire
As we were loading ten bags into our trunk
My husband said “Did you get the milk?”
Both of us had forgotten why we came
Panda Pete was an avid carnivore
Devoured small birds, snakes, and wanted more
Followed the Amazon River to Ecuador
where he lived with a meat-eating matador
these two had a great time shopping at a grocery store
purchasing steaks, roasts, chicken, fish, meats galore.
Five items in my shopping cart. Pull into
the line for fifteen items or less. One customer
ahead of me. Middle-aged woman with twenty items
arguing with the clerk. I have an appointment in half an hour.
“Lady, you have too many items!” If looks could kill, she’d be dead.
Inside the grocery store
There are many choices
When it comes to milk
On the shelves side by side
Are many selection of milk
There Are:
Whole milk
Zero percent
Two percent
Goat milk
that is two percent
and three percent
Oat milk
Soya milk
Many choices to pick from
He took up a lot of space
for a skinny guy.
Arms shooting out from his pits,
grabbing this and that.
Neck jutting left and right
and all the time
occupying the middle of the aisle.
Being older and fatter,
I paused my shopping cart,
waited
pretended I didn't want
to shove his ass into
the canned peas.
I had a lover once, just one,
espied through misted panes
from my corner loft,
above the grocery store.
His lanky gait would pause
for the Southbound No.3.
and though I wished,
with all my heart,
he’d lift his head from down,
the passing years have
have brought no more
than a greying shade of brown.
I am parked in front of a store
There is hamburger inside with my man
He asked if I wanted to come in.
Not on your life.
I have already spent fifty dollars today
On doggy treats at the dollar store
The daily limit I allow myself to spend
Here he comes now
With a giant sack
Full of goodies
He never limits himself