Jeremy Leach

The new flavour

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