My Shopping List Poem by Rod Morris

I had a shopping list; I’d been writing it all week,

But now I want to use it, its playing hide and seek.

I wrote it in the pantry then put it in my purse,

I want to add some extras but finding it’s a curse.

Searched every single pocket in my pants and bag.

Feeling quite disgruntled as my spirits start to flag.

Maybe I’ll have to rewrite the damn thing once again,

If I could only find out who pinched my bleeding pen.

Finally chore over, could things possibly get worse?

Now I have two lists in the change bag of my purse.

Shopping trolley full at last, that wasn't very hard,

I’d pay the bill if only I could find my credit card.