Every few years they wheel it out
A new supermarket’s coming to Crook
It’s as threadbare as my old dish cloth
And not worth giving a second look.

In fact it has the same mythic status
As the fantasy world leisure centre
(‘twixt which and the real world an hiatus
impossible to make good or re-enter).

Speaking of which, what happened to the cash
All other local ventures were denied?
Without wanting that business to rehash
We thought the thing already cut and dried. 

But the supermarket is fictitious
With no connection to reality
Of its purpose I’m rather suspicious
It smacks of a hint of mendacity.

Tony Kelly, Crook