Enrico stacked the pasta cans, the weekly special thing,

and saw it looked just like a stage - where someone ought to sing,

he'd always dreamed of belting out a number one some day,

and then he heard the baked beans chanting, begging him to play.

The pile of cans was urging him to come sing up a storm,

he threw away his apron in the fever to perform,

the supermarket seemed to fade, he leapt up on the stock,

his price gun turned into a mic - and he began to rock!

A giant block of toilet rolls became a speaker stack,

with licorice strapping leads from the confectionery rack,

he ripped into a version of "I Want You in a Cage"

three lady shoppers fainted as the crowd all rushed the stage.

The audience in raptures, a screaming, sobbing crowd,

all gasped as he thrust out his hips and turned the volume loud,

the fluoros flashed and turned into a laser show above,

four checkout chicks then swooned in sighs of ever-after love.

An oldie but a goodie made the supervisor dance,

she screamed a sex proposal and then tried to rip his pants,

a mosh pit full of customers were grooving to the beat,

as female knickers landed on the stage around his feet.

He belted "Satisfaction" out - the crowd went really wild,

they disco'd through the deli and then down the biscuit aisle,

a thousand love-starved teenage girls rushed in and joined the throng,

and housewives threw their house keys as he crooned a Crosby song.

The stage began to tremble and the store began to spin,

Enrico did a breakdance, dived into a speaker bin,

as cans went flying down the aisles and rolling out the door,

he shook his head - the scene dissolved - and he was on the floor.

"Mad Supermarket Mayhem" was the headline of the day,

with photos of the pasta cans the cleaners swept away,

Enrico got the sack, of course, the boss was such a snob,

and would not tolerate a guy daydreaming on the job!

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