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I suppose you think you’re clever! what are you trying to prove to me? I expect you’ll play the marter but how on Earth can you see? I want my shopping here, in one piece, safe and sound, but loaded up like that it’s going to end up on the ground The bottles will end up squashed and the chrisps in bits crumbled, the cheese biscuits in pieces and the eggs will be scrambled you’ll end up walking into the road unable to see ahead and then you’ll also end up squashed like the loaf of bread! I know you think you’re being good not using bags we‘ll throw away? but at home we have bags for life that last for many a day! And besides all the shopping, I’d like you home in one piece, not a victim to the road with a visit from the police It’s not worth losing your life over the weekly shop, I don‘t think you’re clever so next time just stop! Think before you go shopping next and take the bags for life and then you and the shopping will end up home safely with your wife April Austen @moonstonebrightpoetryl
"Have you taken the bags?" She cried from the doorway But you've started the engine You're gonna shop your way But then you remember What happened last time You brought home more bags And she near lost her mind And so at the checkout You make a decision To stack and to carry With stunning precision It works til the car door And needing the keys You fumble til some things Are held by your knees You fill up the back seat And set off for home Every touch of the brakes Brings a thud and a moan You get to the driveway And stack it once more Because men don't take two trips (the unwritten law) You enter the kitchen The hunter triumphant She looks at the shopping And waits for a moment As you flex your fingers The next thing she utters Is "This is all lovely," "But I sent you for butter."
I never thought I'll see the day, from a "slaved prospective."That a white man will carry his own load. I wept, and why did you wept? Is the first time, I see that we are equal.