Its not that I don't like to eat
but shopping at you seems like such a feat
I really hate that I have to go to you weekly
when I walk through your doors, I do so weakly (seriously, what else rhymes there)
I could just starve my husband and kids
so I could sit on ebay and place my bids
on things that the kids will have to get rid of if I die
because I didn't go to the store to get them their pie
Overwhelmed is the feeling I get when I plan my menus
like I have to put on a play or cabaret venues
Why can't I hire a half naked male shopper
He could be old or an eighteen year old teeny bopper(notice I said 18..keep it legal)
It doesn't really matter if I go and buy meat
when the kids look in the full fridge there is still nothing to eat
So I will painfully go to you a some point soon
but just know that I don't want to
The End
I know the last part doesn't rhyme but I did it on purpose.....the whole artistic view point....yeah that's it.
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