Walking for My Supper

Into the First World/I at birth was hurled/And 70 years on/I still try to have fon

So I oft ambulize/To my neighborhood Fry’s/And get goodmealed and juiced/With some prices reduced

As music by Getz swells/I purchase soft pretzels/The better to yum us/When dipped in fresh hummus

Pour Santé sans Malade/I buy Taco Salad/And cheap with no bilk/One gallon whole milk

If I was younger and more lusty

I’d notice the cashier is busty

But since I am a burned-out geezer

I make eye contact hope to ease her

Quick stride cannot linger/ Right hand trigger finger/That totes weighty parcel/So home or this farce’ll/May well come to grief/Ah I’m home now. Relief!!