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A visitor from Insta-land goes to the supermarket

Cupid-lipped and gooey-eyed,

Her starter-husband by her side,

She hovers in the veggie aisle

And frowns us an uncertain smile.

 

Making sure the thing she’s seen

Is like the picture on her screen,

She gathers up the one on top

And puts it in her weekly shop.

 

This trophy bagged, she strides away

Making sure we hear her say:

“To be honest, I’m a bit out of my depf wiv cauliflowers.” 

Pointy Poems, Poems with a point
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