A Sonnet On The Side Hustle

A Poem About Collating the Crap

On the train into town, get in by eleven, The McMuffin range, a pure taste of heaven. Bacon and egg? Or egg and cheese? No, double sausage, that’s sure to please.

I grab a basket, and hit the first aisle, Have they moved it around? Ain't been in a while. Ah, there's the carrots, and I'll grab a cucumber,  Weigh the bananas, print out the number. Aisle 2 used to be meat, but now it's the dairy, Swerve the deli counter, the prices are scary, Dairy milk bar, chocolate orange be Terrys, Er, where's the teabags, baby?

It was a rainy night in the city of angels, and as per usual, I was hard at work. She sauntered into my office just before midnight. A tall blonde dame, with gams up to her shoulders. She could have been in pictures. I looked her up and down, could see she the broad was dripping wet. She looked at me with smouldering eyes, and it took my breath away.

I stepped into a Milkybar, all on my Toblerone, and you caught my eye, a Turkish Delight. Daim, girl, I ain’t Lion, you were the hottest in the Galaxy, from Mars to the outskirts of the Milky Way.