So I was at the supermarket this afternoon, and as I turned past the chill of the sausage cabinet, I overhead part of a conversation between two employees, which included an admission of sorts. Like most people who can't wait to let the world know about their food shopping, I tweeted about it. And like most smart-arse sisters, Jo decided to turn it into a poetry challenge (or at least that's how I saw it):
So, this:
Negotiating shopping trolleys
Through an aisle of chips and lollies
Overheard:
A single word:
‘Atheist’.
I turned my head. The one who spoke -
A sandy-haired shelf-packing bloke.
I may have stared
As he declared
Godlessness.
The Woollies at Umina Beach
Has room for walking frames in each
Wide parking spot.
It’s also got
Infidels.
Shakespeare taught us truth will out
ReplyDeleteNaught more to say much less to shout
Of forbiddeness
From hiddeness
L'Chaim!