Grocery Shopping: A Poem
Milk, butter, eggs and bread
On my list today.
Once in the store, cake, chips, cookies, candy
Lead me far astray.
Back on track to the produce side
For eggplant, onions, tomatoes and kale;
At last I reach the bread
And find it sold out or stale.
Up and down the grocery store,
Bulging with foodstuffs galore.
At every turn, my eyes grow wider,
I want more and more.
Up and down the grocery aisles;
Resistance, alas, proves futile.
© 5-13-13 C.E. Elias
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