Treasure Island

Andrew Hamm

(Chesterfield, UK)

Seven pm at Tesco Extra


Seven pm at Tesco Extra
Trolley wheels spinning on aisle thirteen
Milk and yogurt go in the trolley
Then it's on to aisle fourteen
There's almost no-one in this part of the store
There's a fair few elsewhere
It's Tuesday evening in Tesco Extra
The shopper's ultimate lair
I swear this place is haunted
By the shoppers that peruse the products
At least, it seems that way

Seven pm at Tesco Extra
Going on seven fifteen
Tesco is a paradise
A superstore fit for a queen

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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This was loosely influenced by Ferlinghetti's 'Two Scavengers in a Truck, Two Beautiful People in a Mercedes'.

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