Supermarket checkouts,
Now there's a busy place.
Half of them lie unmanned,
It's a National disgrace,
These tills could all be jingling,
Some by folk just out of school.
If all supermarkets filled them,
There'd be less people on the dole.
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I would like to translate this poem
haha, clever. i dig it. good read. susanj