Read the poem by Libby Hathorn and answer the questions

Supermarket

There’s the jingle and the jangle
Of the trolleys when they tangle,
Toilet tissue, cracker biscuits, what to choose?
Canned tomatoes, and lime jelly
Nuts and raisins, vermicelli
Rice and flour, pickles sour as we cruise.

There’s the whooshing and the wheezing
Of the doors where food is freezing—
Choc chip ice cream, frozen vegies
Stacks of packets brightly teasing.

There’s the humming and the ha-ing,
Dark green apples or bright red?
Runny honey or the candied?
Crusty buns or fresh sliced bread?

There’s the wiling[1] and the waiting
In the checkout queue and then
There’s the adding, pushing, packing,
Whew! Won’t be back here until—when?

Next week.

[1] Wiling - to lure, entice, or charm