Poem of the Year - Retail Fever
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I must go down to the shops again,
To the lonely shelves and the till.
And all I ask is a facial mask
And an anti-Covid pill.
I’ll calmly queue two metres apart
Around the car park – twice if I must.
I’ll wipe the trolley and wash my hands
And wipe away the gathering dust.
I’ll only buy one pack of each
Not stack my shelves with toilet rolls.
One tin of peas and one of beans,
And placidly meet the government’s goals.
Hurriedly, I’ll dash back home,
And wait until my stress abates.
Then pour a glass of new-bought wine.
‘Yes, yes,’ I’ll gloat, and unpack the crates
Of Pinot Noir and Chardonnay,
Of Sauvignon and French Merlot
And stack them high on the garage floor.
‘Oh, yes,’ I’ll smile, ‘I cleared that shelf,
and the one below.’