A rebel without a clue.

Up The Ridge, Combining exercise With necessities, and Spring is definitely thriving Sprung is my mood striving Approaching Meanwoodside. But now there is a queue Dominated by a whiner, Who is so afraid, Which makes me relieved For not being her head. Shopping for necessities, Like pineapples and crisps, (During abnormal times) Is an upside down prospective: Crisis pudding or pineapple pie? My turn comes Only 40 persons in But still no toilet paper Oh, hang on! That man's trolley lolls Heavily, like the girth Spread beyond belt. Next boon, In these odd times, It strikes down Gluttony? With my few items, Minus bog roll I collect a basket Wafer thin.