You kissed my ear <br />next to the breakfast cereals. <br />The snap. crackle, pop <br /> <br />of the gaze of the fat woman <br />pulling muesli off the shelf <br />deafened me, but you didn't care. <br /> <br />In the meat aisle, <br />you felt my rump <br />and pronounced it rare, <br />lean and probably tasty. <br /> <br />You expressed a wish to sample it <br />- later, I said, and hurried on <br />to the dairy products <br /> <br />but cream was too erotic a concept <br />and hastily I steered us to <br />the frozen food department <br /> <br />which brought out the beast in you, <br />and you became a polar bear, <br />the cuddly smothery kind, <br />begging for Penguins <br />as we stood in the queue <br />in Iceland.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stuff-and-nonsense-supermarket/
