Stalking the aisles

My keen eyes scan left and right

Humming electric tubes

Cast washed out, sickly light

Cool hands on the bar

Of my wire basket trolley

Still empty and bare

Some might think it folly

Darkness falls outside

My fellow hunters are few

Click of a price gun

Over best before dates due

Green clad guardian

Wields the discounting weapon

Try not to hover

But ready to descend upon

Yellow stickered prize

A spot in my freezer calls

Don’t care what you are

So long as your price tag falls

© 2011. Chrissey Harrison. All rights reserved.

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