Off we go to the Supermarket
Where oft times we’ve been before
Find a park, a shopping trolley
then lurch through the door.
Trundling through fruit and veggies
but nothing for us there
Then we head for the chiller room
where they keep the wine and beer
Moving on with trolley loaded
with the raw necessities of life
Beer for the man of the house;
bottles of wine for his wife.
Round the Supie we happily go
filling the trolley with God knows what
No matter how much we load it up
there’s always something we forgot.
What are the checkout persons thinking?
It’s very hard to gauge
As they perform their dreary tasks
to earn the national minimum wage
As I sit in the crowded car park
I reflect on the tranquil scene
and study shoppers streaming out
from places where we have been.
What is it about supermarkets?
Why do we always return?
Looking for bargains and better buys
so we can spend all that it is we earn
No matter! Shopping is done, we’re home
all our goodies are put away,
the house full of food and booze
next Supie visit many days away!
But wait! next week it’s on again!
We’ve nothing to eat in the house.
So off we go to the Supie heaven
me and my loving spouse!
Written by Bill Conroy
Bill Conroy is a Tauranga based freelance writer and poet with a particular interest in historical non-fiction and composing WW1 poetry.
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