I Went To Iceland

poem by: Jenny Linsel
Written on Feb 18, 2017

Today i went to Iceland
The supermarket not the place
Trying to find a short queue
Turns into a race

Elderly lady at the back
Tries to jump the queue
Those further forward voice their anger
"“Hey, we were here before you"

The lady shrugs her shoulders
With two trifles in her hand
Standing ages just for that
Wasn’t what she had planned

Trolley at the front of the queue
Contains enough food to feed an army
Woman says “Most of it will get thrown away”
Queue looks at her as if she’s barmy

Small boy in a pushchair
Clamouring for his sweets
His mother says he'll have to wait
They're under the cooked meats

Man with a tray of lager
Legs buckling under the weight
He says they're for his party
From seven tonight until late

Someone gets tired of waiting
Puts her goods back on the shelf
She mumbles she's going to Asda
Where she can serve herself

Girl in the queue decides
She'll use her phone to pay her bill
The checkout girl says into her mike
“Can you open another till?”

Lager man gets restless
Drops his tray of cans on the floor
Pushes his way to the front of the queue
And dashes out through the door

The small boy thinks he’s waited
Long enough for his sweets
So he reaches out to the check-out
And helps himself to treats

The mother sees what he has done
And snatches back the loot
So the small boy retaliates
With a kick from his right foot

The queue is getting longer
And tempers start to tray
I put my basket on the floor
I’ll go back another day

 

Tags: humor, rhyme,

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Frank Hornby . commented:
That's like a mini soap opera Jenny.....hahaha...brilliant!....love it....
Christopher Russon commented:
So true well it is like that in the Asda near me.humerous poem well done.
Christopher Russon commented:
So true well it is like that in the Asda near me.humerous poem well done.

 

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