You’ll find me asleep inside the trolley
You said you’d only be a few hours
So now I feel like a proper wally
As you’ve spent ages staring at flowers.
I’ve looked at your list, I know what’s to come
There’s vegetables, fruit, and God forbid clothes
To agree to this trip I was so dumb
Now you’ve spied a friend to add to my woes!
I’ve tried to find things to speed you along
But nothing is right, you put it all back
Why am I here if all I do is wrong?
I accept defeat, I don’t have the knack.
A wife to isle three this instant please!
We’ve found a lost husband cuddling cheese.
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