A trip to Tesco is always like a trip to hell! |
Again, a very rough draft, i haven't written poetry in ages so any advice and criticism is most welcome!! Oh Lord, I beg forgiveness for Whatever sins I’ve done I know I’m not a bad person But I’m certainly no nun But what have I done to deserve this? I honestly can’t tell Oh Lord, I pray you’ll save me From this aggravating hell The people look so dirty and They all speak ‘yeah, lyk dis’ As they swagger around in tracksuits And drag behind them seven kids Every isle it seems is full of scum And the shelves empty of food And I swear I’m being followed By some one-eyed pervy dude They barge me with baskets and trollies I feel my patience wearing thin As the vultures prey on the remnants Of the ‘reduced to Clear!’ rubbish bins After fighting tooth and nail just To grab a ready meal With people kicking me in the ankles I think I’ve finally had my fill But it’s at least a fifteen minute wait At the checkout, in the queue As people fumble with their wallets As payment now is due But then he automatic doors slide open With freedom on the other side I run across and find my car Lock myself in and hide If Dante knew of supermarkets He would have surely written so For if I had to choose between hell or Tesco? I know where I would go! |