As I laid out my groceries to buy,
the cashier commented that my things were
some favorite things of hers, and quickly I
recalled the famous song and said to her
that my things didn’t rhyme as in the song.
She took this as a challenge and began
to speak in rhymes and prove that I was wrong,
not knowing I’m a sonnet-writing man.
The instant lyrics for the things I got
were so delightful—such a fun surprise—
for never in my life for things I bought
had I received song lyrics with my buys.
I paid, but cash was not enough to pay.
I add this sonnet, since she made my day.
Mario A. Pita