A Shopping Jaunt 
 
We went today to the hardware store 
A  baking dish to buy, 
For we have a brand new car, you see, 
And wanted to give it a try. 
 
It’s a jazzy Hiroshima Screamer, 
This brand new car we’ve got; 
With fat mag wheels and a spoiler, 
We think it looks rather hot. 
 
It was manufactured by Mitsubishi, 
In this year 2 thousand and three; 
And the missus fits into the driver’s seat 
As if she was meant to be. 
 
We didn’t find what we were looking for, 
So Bunnings was of no use; 
So we motored on to The Good Guys, 
To see a bloke named Bruce. 
 
But they were  like the previous store, 
And we felt our spirits sink. 
So we just sat there, in puzzlement, 
Just having a quiet think. 
 
The only other possible place, 
I thought, as I scratched my head, 
Was over the road at MegaMart, 
So we shot over there instead. 
 
Once again we struck right out, 
We both sat there nonplussed; 
Oh Bugger, we’ll fry the chook instead, 
So we drove home in disgust. 

 © oldnbold 2003