Supermarket Poem by Edwin Hopper
Supermarket
Fridge is getting low
And it looks like snow
Run out of Bordeaux
Get the car and go
Fly straight as a crow
We drive to Tesco.
Park there in a row
Grab trolley to stow
See a friend. Hello
Best wishes bestow
Dodge that bloody Joe
Buy a nice gateaux
So now join the flow
This queue is so slow
Cough up. pay our dough
Enjoy it? Hell no.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: shopping,social comment
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