Sunday, December 28, 2008

Retail Credit

I bought some cooked beef ribs, to take them home
For lunch today, then left them in the store.
With all my other shopping, so much more
Than I could carry, I began to foam
Around the mouth like a daft forest gnome
With hoof-and-mouth disease. Just past my door
I dropped my heavy parcels on the floor,
Then went through them, as with a fine-toothed comb.

No ribs. I called the cashier, who agreed
This sad, egregious error I had made
Was irreversible, but then she played
The retail trump card: in my hour of need
They'll credit me with what I paid. My screed
Is ended, all my grievances will fade.

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