SUPERMARKET HASSLES

poem by: Darryl Ashton
Written on Sep 08, 2017

Clapham junction full of
prams,
Gormless gaping by the
hams,
Ditherers standing by
the meat,
Children darting under
feet.

Playground just across
the park,
Like this better - more
a lark,
Trolleys, aisles and hide
and seek,
Walk on steady, don't
be meek.

Chitty chats twixt long-
lost friends,
Poor old shopper 
stoically wends
Their weary way to 
get their grub,
Lost within the 
deafening hub.

Of shouting shoppers
miles away,
Planning menus for
the day.
'Is t beans or was it
peas?'
'Can I take this home
to freeze?'

'Has it past it's sell-by
date?'
'Hurry up, I can't be 
late.'
Nearly at the checkout
now,
I can hear another row.

Smiling lady on the till
Waiting, waiting, waiting
still,
Smart young shopper
with their load
Slowly getting into mode.

Oh dear God, they've 
lost their plastic
Nothing more is more
drastic.
Checkout patient as a
dove
'Will you want some 
cash back, love?'

And there she queues,
the OAP.
All she wanted was 
some tea!


BY
DARRYL ASHTON  

 

Tags: Humor,

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Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 22, 2017 at 10:02pm
Ah the hassles of supermarket shopping, who hasn't experienced it, but we continually return to go through it again, what's the alternative, the next time I'm in there I will remember this humorous poem and have a little chuckle~very insightful Darryl.

 

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