Something made me pick the new flavour over the old
My hand hovering over the supermarket shelf suddenly felt bold
A rush of hipster-rebel-hedonist coursed right through me
I placed it in my basket, poking out, so others could see
“Oh, so you’re trying the new one?” the checkout lady keenly observed
“Yep” I replied, and smiled , chuffed that she’d glimpsed my dash of verve
“You only live once” I quipped, as I placed it next to the sausage rolls
And then walked out, to return to my introverted world