Crazy day at the supermarket,
Everyone seemed to be there,
Jostling and long line ups the rule,
Bustling, rustling and hustling,
Accident prone too,
As my oatmeal sack went bust
And another customer’s
Plastic bag burst;
Oatmeal flakes leaked out
And slipped through my fingers
And I had to exchange it
Before proceeding further,
Tin cans spilled out
All over the floor
But soon were picked up
And repacked once more,
Running the shopping cart gauntlet
On the way out the door,
Bundled up and trudging home
Through the cold damp air
But what a relief
To get out of there,
Get home
And stow it all away
And so another mundane activity complete,
On a typical day,
The universe at play,
The world in brief;
And at last I settled in
For a tea and a break
From the hectic pace
In preparation for the next race.
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