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.
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