#WritcoPoemPrompt43

Its Rush Hour in the supermarket
The parking lot is full
The crowd is searching through the shelfs
For butter, eggs and milk

They fill their trolleys and their bags
And stamp to the check out
They leave the store and new come in
For sugar, butter, tee

No in this craziness and stress
I look at all the food
I see some mangos see some grapes
And right in front bananas

Now think...