The Agony Of Supermarket Shopping

Poem By Bill Scovell

'Go round again dear' comes the plea,
'And not so fast',
'Look over there! they're coming out',
'They're not', 'Oh blast! ',
The weekly shopping ritual,
Begins again,
Third time around, 'Look here's a chance,
To entertain'.
'They've seen it too, but we were first',
Oh, what a lark,
Quick thinking, and a swift reverse,
At last we park.

Collect a trolley from the pool,
Push straight ahead,
Just retribution for 'the lark',
Steers like a bed.
A compensating sideways push,
Cajoles our wheels,
Reluctantly along the rows,
To load our meals.

Avoiding things we do not need,
The tempting snacks,
We load the staples from the shelves,
And watch our tracks.
Bemoan the big, and bigger packs,
Designed to take,
Every week, a bigger slice of,
Our spending cake.
The Crisps from Smith's, that used to come,
In tupp'ny packs,
No more a treat, but fodder like,
Now come in sacks.
And giant Cokes that guarantee,
Obesity,
And grow the profits of the big,
Triopoly.
Big Fresh, the 'W's' and 'C's',
Our options few,
As they grow bigger by the day,
No room for 'New'.

Our load complete, it's time to play,
The 'Checkout' game,
'Eight Items Max' the notice says,
Oh! what a shame.
'Try number three, it's not too bad,
We're fourth in line',
'It might be quicker over there? ',
But I decline.
With patience we approach the till,
Now unopposed,
Then, can't believe the words we hear,
'Lunch time, I'm closed! '.

Whilst loudly mouthing epithets,
Some most profane,
I leave the 'better half' to choose,
Another lane.
At last, most hurdles overcome,
Just one more bar,
We fight the trolley through the park,
To find the car.
And think our thoughts, remembering,
A better way,
When Arkwright ran the corner store,
Of Yesterday.

Comments about The Agony Of Supermarket Shopping

There is no comment submitted by members.


2,7 out of 5
3 total ratings

Other poems of SCOVELL

Advice To A Grand Daughter

Poetic advice to a grand daughter torn between taking an unpaid job on a newspaper in Vladivostok and the alternative, a position with the Australian merchant bank 'Macquarie'

Faberge eggs and samovars,
Troika carts and Romanov Tsars,

Thoughts In Autumn

The leaves of Autumn, fallen now,
Yet crisp but fleetingly are lain,
For soon the winter rain will come
And claim them back to earth again.

A Nurse's Prayer

Snug beneath three dermis layers,
Lies the vein I have in sight,
Hiding shyly 'neath its cover,
Unknowing of the needle's bite.

Antipodean Christmas

Though calendars still read the same,
The season has a different name,
Instead of grey skied snowy scenes,
Our views are lit with golds and greens.

Mile High Musings

A luckless captive in the sky,
Suspended here five miles high,
Now Singapore is ten hours back,
And LHR, three down the track.