As Chaucer Might See It

Supermarket Shopping

Thys fellowe smyles I knowst hym welle.
Yn ower smalle toun. A search, he delves
Where canst be it, we kannot tell.
In Pak and Save among the shelves
Bye nite be murmrings, little elves
Do frolik, change thyngs on displae
And kepe us guessyng eche new day

Yon lane Sixs lirks baykinge powrdre.
And be therre Pam’s and Edmonds all in haze.
Wot was thatte? Plese speke loudre
“Goode folkes use less of this these days”
Sure to reyes, I stoope and gayze
Self checkout screne, the buzzy code
Then ploddinge homewarde wyth my lode

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Photography, poetry, culture, whimsy, Thames New Zealand

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