Your aisles are filled with everything I need
Such wonders as I’d only hope to dream
A loaf adorned with every kind of seed
A cake made tempting with a swirl of cream.
I lose myself in calculating price
Between the multipacks and jumbo size.
With offers tempting me to purchase twice
As many as I’d meant to of your pies.
Yet sometimes I must curse the ones who change
The layout of the shop so I must stray
Down aisles where I encounter some new range
And buy much more than I had planned that day.
And if one day a fortune I should win
I’d never more root through the bargain bin.