MY DAY’S SHOP.

 You asked me how my visit went
, just as I left your store.
 A message on my mobile screen, 
appeared just like before.
 So as the glass doors slid apart,
 a warmth embraced by face. 
I wheeled my empty trolley cart,
 sedate and slow my pace.
 First off some crimson raspberries,
 did catch my roaming eyes.
 So plump they were, so tempting, 
so I took a box to try.
 Next onward through fruit aisle,
 trawling almost at a traipse, I spied the finest of their ilk,
 sweet Thompson seedless grapes.
 Then further still an Autumn crop,
 that’s truly Heaven sent.
 The apples that pack such a punch,
 Cox Pippins grown in Kent.
 Yet further still my eyes were drawn,
 soon by the cheese I stood.
 And the Vintage Applewood I chose, 
as nothing tastes so good.
 I then set off to the checkouts,
 past the fresh milk and cooked hams.
 I just could not fight temptation,
 when I spied some sweet plum jam.
 And some fruity loaf to spread it on, 
my day’s shop was complete.. I payed and left the warmth behind, 
as I set foot on the street.

 James Bridgewood.