In supermarket they were & between them a
trolley,
She with list & he, listening to the usual
verbal volley,
“What do you want for breakfast, lunch, dinner
& tea?
I´m so sick of planning meals, it´s always left
up to me”.
Up & down they go, along the lit supermarket´s
aisle,
The trolley filling up quickly, in a frighteningly
high pile,
“I don´t mind the cooking, the stirring, frying
or baking,
But for once, I´ll leave decisions, for you to
be making?”
The frazzled old couple shopping, struggling &
so muddled,
Bright packages & boxes, leaving them feeling
befuddled,
“For this once my dear, please just make your
own choice”
He just closed his ears, to shut out her demanding
old voice.
On they shuffled shopping, still undecided &
so bemused,
Planned meals & what to prepare, merely still
so confused,
“I have an idea”, he said, “what about a take-away
dinner?”
“Thank goodness, at last”, she said, “you´ve hit
on a winner”.
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