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.
I enjoyed to poem Chrissey it made me smile. Where did the idea come from? Are you the compulsive bargain hunter, or someone you know?
Another question, if it’s you, do you always go the the nearly expired stuff because of your historical leanings toward archaeology? 🙂
I have been known to stalk the aisles, yes. Money has been a bit tight so it has become something of a habit recently. My parents are far worse than me!
Funnily enough I don’t feel the need to eat things I’ve excavated, no.
Hehe I like it 🙂 I’ve done that, hovering around the price-reducing-person to see what they’re discounting and being ready to pounce if it’s good!