Shopping Fever Poem by Alistair Tait

I must go down to the shops again, to see what's left to buy,
And all I ask is a big trolley and wide isle to glide by.
And the wheels click and the shelves long and the bargains waiting,
And pink sweat on my face, it's all for the taking.

I must go down to the shops again, for the call of the toilet rolls,
Is a must have and a clear grab that beckons to the tills.
And all I ask is a quieter bay, with the bargains lying,
And the offers flung with a full load, the trolley's fairly flying.

I must go down to the shops again, to the shopaholics call,
To and fro the whole day through, so I can buy it all.
And all I ask is, "What's left over? "
From a laughing fellow-shopper.
I'm knee deep in a huge heap when the long shop's over.