Meal Deal

I went to Sainsbury's or Tesco or Marks and Spencer,

Or something like that for a meal deal.

Possibly Lidl if they do them there.

Anyway, once inside of those supermarkets I inspected the offerings.

They didn't have ham and cheese.

I only like ham and cheese.

I settled for less to stave starvation.

Selected my crisps and drink,

Apple juice, if that's an option.

I paid,

Departed with my meal deal,

Travelled on my wheel(s),

To eat my sandwich,

On a bench in Greenwich.

It occurred to me that I haven't covered 'meal deals' in my poems. Or I have and I forgot. Either way, this is prime material. I've seen people do a lot with these things, the very mention of a meal deal is a real crowd pleaser. This is poetry.