A Trip to the Supermarket
I’m shopping in my lunch break and I only have an hour,
I’m whizzing round the supermarket; all I need is flour,
But then I buy some extra bits to make my shopping last,
I pick up speed down aisle three; I’m running pretty fast,
My trolley is quite heavy, so I park it down the aisle,
I collect butter, milk and loo roll, and I start to lose my smile,
My arms are aching, stuffed with goods, and still the pile grows,
But that doesn’t stop me browsing when I wander past the clothes,
Finally I’m finished as I don’t need any more,
So I head back for my trolley, safely parked in aisle four,
But it’s not there, where I left it, and I’m filled with sudden doubt,
I’m still cuddling my shopping, but my trolley’s not about,
It must be here somewhere! I speed back, past the courgettes,
I pass cat litter and collars, and the Woofie Chunks for pets,
Cheddar, gorgonzola, then I whizz down aisle three,
Looking for a trolley, loaded up with hubby’s tea,
Then ‘splat’ - I drop some packets so I start to curse and swear,
My apples roll away, my yoghurt’s splattered everywhere,
I have to go straight back to work, or I’ll be in a fix
So I abandon all my shopping, by the beans, in aisle six,
There’s a trolley sitting somewhere, full of bargains, that’s for sure,
But can someone kindly tell me why it’s not in aisle four?
©Jan Jack’s Perfect Verse 2010
