Supermarket or surplusmarket?

Supermarket decisions amongst all those aisles and aisles of choice, with all those gimmicks and gadgets and cons and tricks to try and make you buy the whole lot, can be a headache, can't it! Whenever I push through the swing doors into that vast, stark, soulless space, under the glare of those eye-stinging strip lights, I feel like curling up in a ball. Perhaps you do too. But curling up in a ball's not really on in a supermarket, of course, so I've put my panic into this poem instead.

City Centre Saturday poem coming soon (on kids' page).

Happy shopping!