She met him by the trolley park,
They both arrived together.
He passed a trolley out to her
Remarking on the weather.
They pushed their trolleys side by side,
Though not a word was said.
He made his way towards the fish,
She shot off to the bread.
She knew that they would meet again
On some exotic aisle……..
It happened at the sweetest spot,
Just by the Tate and Lyle!
And then again up different aisles,
Their trolleys almost bumping,
She thought he’d hear her ‘giveaway‘
By the way her heart was thumping.
Towards the checkout, side by side,
They looked at one another,
Had she at last lassoed a chap,
To take to show her mother ?
She gathered close to hear his words,
Sweet words to change her life ;……
“Where did you get your sweater from?
I’d like one for my wife!“
Mrs.E.Robinson, Brighouse, West Yorkshire. Daily Mail
Submitted by Jeanette Walker