Into the supermarket I went,
As I do every Saturday morning
To do the weekly shop.
I start my tour up and down the aisles
When I come across them,
Two ladies with large trollies,
Blocking the aisle,
More interested in chatting
Than shopping.
I force my way past them,
But no matter how I tried to avoid them
They always seemed to be in my way,
No matter which aisle I went,
They were there
Talking their heads off,
And blocking the aisle.
Shopping completed, eventually,
I went to the checkout,
And the most redeeming feature
Of my trips up and down the aisles,
Was that I got to the checkout before them.