Buying groceries can be very funny
It takes a considerable amount of money
Sometimes, it's a very stressful job
In the presence of a devious mob
Women snatch cereal from your child's hand
As they check from their list the chosen brand
They scamper down the isles
With check-out lines that stretch for miles
You have all your coupons in tact
And hope all your groceries have been sacked
As you're leaving, what do you spy?
A 'Mrs. Bairds' label out of the corner of an eye
It's been smashed like a pancake
Oh, for chrissake!
Can't they refrain from smashing the bread
I guess, it's more fun to flirt with the checkers instead.