A trolley romance

I hurried on past by the yoghurt,
But she lingered a while by herself,
So I fondled the ‘noodles’ suggestively,
( Then replaced them, on the shelf ).

I squeezed the satsumas, like always,
While my dear put the green apples in,
Then I stroked my bananas so gently,
While she rummaged around in the bin.

You see, I had learned from an expert,
Who always squashed bread on the shelf,
That you always must press, and stroke, and caress,
To see if it’s right for yourself.
Mick.