Inside an Asda supermarket in KeighleyWest Yorkshire, via Wikipedia

At 9:30 AM in the supermarket,
the ladies lead their men up and down
the aisles like well-behaved dogs.
Of course, even angelic canines
need break away from mistresses
when they see that shiny jar of jalapeños,
smell that tasty tray of glazed donuts,
hear the beer distributor jingle his bottles.
That’s when the ladies bring
their shuffling charges back
to their sides with a “No,” or
“Remember what the doctor said.”
The old fellow quietly growls,
slinking back toward Mistress’ cart
as she points to the economy sized box
of Raisin Bran and issues a silent,

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