05-02-2014, 09:57 AM
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The game is always the same,
the roles never change.
I walk into the supermarket,
store detective comes to life.
He has eyes for me,
but tries to remain cool.
And then....
...we Dance.
Waltzing through fruit and veg,
quick stepping past fresh meats,
foxtrotting down to the cereals.
He plays a shy game, keeping his distance.
He has no rhythm, is easily wrong footed.
He is persistent, always finding me again.
Nuts.
Crackers.
Cheeses here we go.
The chase continues, he thinks it's a cakewalk, but I think,
"saucy salsa, mashed potato, funky chicken, hey macaroni"
I'm done and cha cha slide to the checkout
where I know he'll be checking me out.
As I leave, he finally looks me in the eye, he seems dejected.
I smile, say hello and shake, shimmy, shuffle out the door.
Original
The game is always the same,
the roles never change.
I walk into supermarket,
store detective comes to life.
He has eyes for me,
but tries to remain cool.
And then....
...we Dance.
Waltzing through fruit and veg,
quick stepping past fresh meats,
foxtrotting down to the cereals.
He plays a shy game, keeping his distance.
He has no rhythm, is easily wrong footed.
He is persistent, always finding me again.
Perhaps it's because I look so young that he pays me so much attention.
Perhaps it's because I look so unshaven that he thinks I'm a sure bet.
Perhaps I should tell him, "Sir I'm just not that type, you're wasting your time."
The chase continues, he thinks it's a cakewalk, but I think,
"saucy salsa, mashed potato, funky chicken, hey macaroni"
I'm done and cha cha slide to the checkout
where I know he'll be checking me out.
As I leave, he finally looks me in the eye,
he seems dejected. I smile, say hello
and shake, shimmy, shuffle out the door.
The game is always the same,
the roles never change.
I walk into the supermarket,
store detective comes to life.
He has eyes for me,
but tries to remain cool.
And then....
...we Dance.
Waltzing through fruit and veg,
quick stepping past fresh meats,
foxtrotting down to the cereals.
He plays a shy game, keeping his distance.
He has no rhythm, is easily wrong footed.
He is persistent, always finding me again.
Nuts.
Crackers.
Cheeses here we go.
The chase continues, he thinks it's a cakewalk, but I think,
"saucy salsa, mashed potato, funky chicken, hey macaroni"
I'm done and cha cha slide to the checkout
where I know he'll be checking me out.
As I leave, he finally looks me in the eye, he seems dejected.
I smile, say hello and shake, shimmy, shuffle out the door.
Original
The game is always the same,
the roles never change.
I walk into supermarket,
store detective comes to life.
He has eyes for me,
but tries to remain cool.
And then....
...we Dance.
Waltzing through fruit and veg,
quick stepping past fresh meats,
foxtrotting down to the cereals.
He plays a shy game, keeping his distance.
He has no rhythm, is easily wrong footed.
He is persistent, always finding me again.
Perhaps it's because I look so young that he pays me so much attention.
Perhaps it's because I look so unshaven that he thinks I'm a sure bet.
Perhaps I should tell him, "Sir I'm just not that type, you're wasting your time."
The chase continues, he thinks it's a cakewalk, but I think,
"saucy salsa, mashed potato, funky chicken, hey macaroni"
I'm done and cha cha slide to the checkout
where I know he'll be checking me out.
As I leave, he finally looks me in the eye,
he seems dejected. I smile, say hello
and shake, shimmy, shuffle out the door.
wae aye man ye radgie
very clever and lots of fun and a great read. AJ makes a good point about S4