I leave early to visit the market.
Weekend shopping gets more of a battle.
I scrape paint off the car as I park it,
Then forget parking-fee in the hassle.
The pushchair for baby needs mending, an
Ominous wobble begins in the wheel.
The dog slips his lead and chases a man
In a van, then he won't come back to heel.
I much later arrive at the fruit stall,
Dog, baby and wheel all by now screeching.
I grab the fruit bag which splits, apples fall
All over the floor, - I begin reaching,
And knock over more, - but it's eggs this time!
'Anyone breaking will pay' says the sign!
I laugh as I pick up my parking fine!
Is there anyone else with luck like mine?
Fay Slimm
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