“Groceries” (Marennes / 2005)
A Canzonet poem by Kwoa

Worn out shoes sucking out pavement,
I bump on left for grocery.
Loud and bright, brands bark proud statement,
Entertaining bored celery.
Melting salad, ham or fish milt,
Tedious scents, dull, gross and eerie.
Cunning, crisps talked their way through guilt,
Popping in my cart, all dreary.
 
Eight long rows still left to explore,
My obese cart makes me worry.
“Hey, can you reach these hellebore?”
A little voice asked all merry.
Cute tomatoes adorning charm;
I obeyed her, feeling sorry.
First time I checked-out at her arm,
Off for a place far from dreary.

by Kwoa – 2005