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Poems from Moss Rich

 
 
 
     
    A MAN WITH A SHOPPING LIST , AT LARGE IN THE SUPERMARKET


    The shelves for bread

    are straight ahead

    as you come in through the doors.

    The shelves for cakes

    and other bakes

    are behind the petit fours.

     

    The shelves for teas

    Are near the cheese and butting on the jelly.

    The shelves for sweets

    and sticky treats

    are above the vermicelli.

     

    The shelves for flour

    are some what lower

    not far from the kitchen cleaners.

    The shelves for rice

    are by the spice

    behind the semolinas.

     

    You have to forage

    to find the porage,

    the shelves are next the floor.

    Go down ten paces

    past the bootlaces

    and seven up from the door.

     

    The shelves for spuds

    washed off of muds

    (thought often there’s a dearth)

    are by the caulis

    and next to the trolleys

    and the spuds which still have earth.

     

    The shelves for greens

    and tin baked beans

    are rather far apart.

    I must have missed

    them on my list.

    They were by me at the start.

     

     

     

    The parts for trouts

    and packaged sprouts

    are in the freezer clutter.

    And with the bread

    you need the spread,

    that’s by the fat free butter.

     

    The shelves for yoghurt

    and food for dog ought

    never be found together.

    The shelves for soap

    are near, I hope,

    where I saw the window leather.

     

    The shelves for bread

    as I have said,

    are where I saw them last.

    They’re not in the clonk

    of the shelves for plonk,

    three times already passed…

     

    The shelves for sultanas

    and ripe bananas

    are always straight across.

    You’ll notice them

    when you get the crème,

    then proceed to the dental floss.

     

    and while you’re there

    on the shelves for hair

    you’ll see a good shampoo.

    And don’t forget

    To pack a set

    of articles for the loo.

     

    Three hours thus spent,

    A wondering gent,

    is no way getting stronger.

    Just grab detergent,

    there’s a call that’s urgent

                and I can’t be shelved much longer.