Supermarket found poetry

Supermarket Swing

Doin’ the Can-Can,
not so exciting
with cans of carrots,
peas, and corn.
Dancin’ down the wine aisle
in Trader Joe’s, well after all,
that’s where all the reds
and whites go, with labels
to make you groan–Naked Ladies,
Layer Cake, Loon, Ménage à trois.
A stop at the cheese bins,
bleus your mind, sharpens
your cheddar, puts no fetters
on your feta.  Always last,
frozen desserts behind cold glass
doors, bold labels–Chocolate Death,
Carmel Swirl, and Cookie Dough,
not my favorite, but better than
baking in summer heat.
Swing through your market
for nary a fee, if you do not buy
everything you see.



Written for found poetry/

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to Supermarket found poetry

  1. JulesPaige says:

    Don’t have a local Trader Joe’s near buy – though I have been told it is a fun place to shop.

    I went with a simple short story – be ready to groan.


  2. Julie says:

    This is wonderful…. I’ve had more smiles and chuckles this morning with everyone’s fun and whimsy and downright cleverness with this prompt.


  3. Loving this my friend! I wouldn’t even mind shopping hungry there. I would buy everything I saw. And my wife would put it back!Well written Sara! Love your Looking Glass wallpaper, BTW!


  4. Irene says:

    This is a fun swirl through the supermarket. I like ” puts no fetters
    on your feta.”


  5. Misky says:

    This is such good fun to read. Tons of smiles in the reading, and I thank you for that!


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