A crush of packed carts came on the run,
"Here you go 3 - I don't need this 6th bun."

"I cannot eat all the eggs in this crate,
If you sell me 7, that would be great."

Number 3 handled the shopper's demands,
Snatching those groceries out of their hands.

Tissue unravelled all over the floor.
A stock boy got tangled and rolled out the door.