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Humorous POEM I wrote called:
THE FOOD PURCHASE
Bill is on the lounge eating the last of his cheesy corn Chips
He savours the taste as he licks his Lips
He looked in the pantry to see what else was There
Unfortunately for Bill the cupboard was Bare
He jumped in the car and went to the Shop
As he was about to enter the store, he was asked to Stop
Excuse me sir, we need you to stand at the SOCIALLY DISTANT CROSS
Bill, who was a little deaf seemingly did not give a Toss
Bill walked straight in to grab his meal of Choice
He was at the self service checkout, when he heard a booming Voice
The voice said 'Move your hands away from the checkout Screen!'
The voice continued 'Your hands are not COVID Clean!
Bill looked down at his hands; still greasy from his corn Chips
Bill thought, I'd really like a few salsa Dips
The COVID cleaning team at the shop ushered Bill Away
They moved him on without Delay
Bill returned home without any Food
He felt like the staff at the shop had been particularly Rude
He flicks on the TV to help himself Unwind
I just can't understand why the people at the shop were so Unkind
He fancies himself as a poet and writes a few Words
He finds it relaxing as he listens to the Birds
The poem he writes becomes well Known
With the money he made, he is able to pay out his Loan
Back on his lounge chair he eats his Mars Bar
And strums a happy tune on his acoustic Guitar
Humorous POEM I wrote called:
THE FOOD PURCHASE
Bill is on the lounge eating the last of his cheesy corn Chips
He savours the taste as he licks his Lips
He looked in the pantry to see what else was There
Unfortunately for Bill the cupboard was Bare
He jumped in the car and went to the Shop
As he was about to enter the store, he was asked to Stop
Excuse me sir, we need you to stand at the SOCIALLY DISTANT CROSS
Bill, who was a little deaf seemingly did not give a Toss
Bill walked straight in to grab his meal of Choice
He was at the self service checkout, when he heard a booming Voice
The voice said 'Move your hands away from the checkout Screen!'
The voice continued 'Your hands are not COVID Clean!
Bill looked down at his hands; still greasy from his corn Chips
Bill thought, I'd really like a few salsa Dips
The COVID cleaning team at the shop ushered Bill Away
They moved him on without Delay
Bill returned home without any Food
He felt like the staff at the shop had been particularly Rude
He flicks on the TV to help himself Unwind
I just can't understand why the people at the shop were so Unkind
He fancies himself as a poet and writes a few Words
He finds it relaxing as he listens to the Birds
The poem he writes becomes well Known
With the money he made, he is able to pay out his Loan
Back on his lounge chair he eats his Mars Bar
And strums a happy tune on his acoustic Guitar