Supermarket Sweep

Supermarket Sweep I arrive in the car park it’s full of cars Battered and bruised and covered in scars I drive up and down seeking a place To leave my old banger while I enter the race! I approach the doors - a trolley I need Don’t forget parsley and sesame seed Down the first aisle fresh lettuce I see, Feeling for firmness, that’ll do me. I turn the first corner, the trolley won’t come A push in the back and a bruise on the bum! Now this trolley’s fighting, it’s lost a wheel Screeching and scraping an occasional squeal. Pasta and pizza must not forget And top up on brown sauce, I need some I bet. As the trolley gets full, the fight just gets harder But it will be worth it to top up the larder! I pass the meat counter, a chicken I see But I need one larger - that won’t even do me Don’t forget stuffing it won’t be the same And I really don’t like a brand with no name! It’s nearly over, just beer and white wine The latter for Mrs., the former is mine. Now at the tills, the queue is quite short Unload it again to pay for what’s bought “Need help with packing?” I hear her say, Not with the packing - I need help to pay!