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The Supermarket Lament
By Priscilla Curle Kendrick


Trolleys rushing,

People pushing,
He likes lamb and I like pork,
Arguing over meat,
How people look and talk.

"Ouch my ankle"
Suppose I should be thankful
He didn't break a bone,
Next time I'll shop alone.

Stressed and heated,
Almost defeated,
No. 9 that'll be fine 
I'll stand in line.

I forgot the ice,
He says "What's that price",
Every things so dear,
We're out of here 
And off for a cold beer.

 

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