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Ben The Bargain Bod

Poetry By: ben hardstaff

this is a poem about my trips to a local supermarket, morrisons. It's amazing the bargains you get just before they close... speciality breads for 5p a loaf, lamb shanks for 49p, organic juices for 9p a litre... it's madness. i spent £3.68 last week and i'm still muching my way through it. I'm not tight fisted but my mum's scottish so blame it on her, the other half of me's normal

Submitted:Feb 7, 2011    Reads: 103    Comments: 3    Likes: 4   

Ben The Bargain Bod

Busting my balls, and as bold as brass,

I'm bent on a bargain and can't let it pass.

My heart boom booms! My eyeballs pop.

I'm out of the car and into the shop.


I beeline the bloomers, baguettes and buns.

I bolt to the bread. To bagels i run.

They're brilliantly baked, and beautifully brown.

The baker's batch is always marked down.


There's bananas and beans below bottom price.

Baby beet beauties and basmati rice.

There's a big box of bacon that's begging to be bought.

And a big bag of biscuits at a price near nought.


The blackboard special offers bottles of booze.

You buy one, you get one, so how can you lose?

There's bread and butter pudding and blackberry tart.

Is there room in the freezer? Well i don't give a fart!


There's body building bounties like brisket of beef.

Big blocks of butter, and dried bay leaf.

There's birthday cakes, belly pork, pate in a pot.

So bollocks to the budget, i'll buy the bloody lot!


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