When we were cavemen in a cave
To find our food we were brave
We had to stalk furry friends
With tools and some odds and ends
Such as club made from a tree
Or spear, near by best not be
I'd prefer noose or trap
As prey was not happy chap
It all seems so simple now
Don't need to kill pig or cow
But visit our butcher man
For prewrapped cut set to scan
Remember when fruit we'd feel
Was it ripe or a bad deal?
Now it's all in plastic wrap
Touch the fruit you get a slap
Now warnings are on each pack
It's your fault if sense you lack
Recall as kids years ago
Raw fruit and veg? Go, go, go!
Image found at https://pixabay.com/photos/norwich-city-market-stall fruit-2830011/
Haha! I'm glad you got these changes into a poem. What a difference in hunting and gathering a few years make (in places with grocery stores)!
ReplyDeleteMakes us crave for past gone days when food was real not all wrapped in plastic
ReplyDeleteIf the furry ones are friends, why do people stalk them?
ReplyDeletePlumpish, curly-haired, bespectacled lady wearing purple poncho ... how did you get this picture of me???
ReplyDeleteWhich is why I only go to farm stands, local. You did give us a fun ride in a grocery on this one!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful message wrapped in your poem SO true The cavemen had the food right. Let's learn from them
ReplyDeleteVery changed times and ways of getting our food. Supermarket life offers most of us, what they determine is good for us!!
ReplyDeleteYou are right about not being able to fully examine, or select the goods we would want to purchase...
Ha, in reality humans did not change. No evolution really. The same hunger for the 'furry friends' remains even today. Well captured.
ReplyDeleteEverything is wrapped in plastic!
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