Slow shoppers block my path. I just want eggs.
I hurry between frozen stuff and meat,
and see a pretty woman with long legs.
Admiring her, I bump into some kegs,
they break apart and beer slides round my feet.
Slow shoppers block my path. Not one has eggs.
"Please don't push me," one harried mother begs,
her trolly stacked with sugar, kids, and wheat.
I'd rather see the woman with long legs.
Between the mops, cloths, brooms and clothing pegs,
I catch my breath, decide on a retreat.
Slow shoppers block my path. But these have eggs!
I run past parsleys, peppers, salts, nutmegs,
and girls who hand out cakes as a free treat.
I try to find the woman with long legs,
then see the eggs, but only the last dregs.
They're broken and I'm crying in defeat.
I spot the pretty woman with long legs,
I shove her from my path. And take her eggs.