Stood in the supermarket
In a very awkward place,
Phone clasped to his ear,
A look of horror on his face.
Which beans shall I get
I heard him say,
Shall I get the usual brand
With more to pay
Their own label is tuppence
Cheaper for every tin?
Decisions, decisions.
What a quandary he was in.
What would he have done
Before the mobile phone?
We made such decisions
All on our own.
Buy the wrong thing and
Risk the trouble and strife
From the wrath
Of the unforgiving wife.
Thank the Lord
For the mobile phone.
Truly, in these days
We are seldom alone.
To answer your question,
His call wasn't a waste
He took one cheaper tin
For his wife to taste.
Forethought and planning
For any future task.
If it happened again
He'd not need to ask.
Just perish the thought
He's out alone at large
When his mobile phone
Runs out of charge.
