We're Out Of...

My child stares into the pantry

Then turns to me, with a pout

“Hey Mum, look at the (fill in the blanks)

It has pretty much run out”.

“Now what am I going to eat?

Why haven’t you bought more?

I thought you’d have picked some up

You’re forever at the grocery store.”

Hungry child, please have a seat

And listen closely to my story

In my head, there’s no magic list

No household invent-ory.

I really can’t keep track of

Everything that’s running low

So if you don’t communicate

Then how am I to know?

Better yet, you’ve got two legs

The store’s close - you know the way

So you can go get things yourself

(And, yes, I’ll be happy to pay).

Dear child, when things next run out

I won’t be blamed any more

Pretty soon you may find
You're forever at the grocery store!   😉