In the supermarket I met my girl;
She was stacking shelves in the biscuit aisle.
Though I spoke to her of Viennese whirls,
It was her golden curls that made me smile.
She soon was ensconced behind a big till,
Scanning my threes for the price of twoses.
She encouraged me to reduce my bill,
By choosing ‘own brand’ bottles of boozes.
Promotion arrived, and with it a change;
They gave her a badge and a bunch of keys.
She now recommended the ‘finest’ range.
With ring in a box I begged on my knees.
My clubcard she took and broke it in two:
‘You’re off your trolley; I’d never wed you’.
2 comments:
I like that poem, but would not the ending be better something such as: "I'd never wed such a one - as ye?"
Just followed you on Twitter; what can I say?
I have a discerning penchant for Mr Ben!
(PS: I had to do the spam verification a number of times...)
This has certainly gifted me a smile through its unexpected play of words;thank you William
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