Seven pm at Tesco Extra
Trolley wheels spinning on aisle thirteen
Milk and yogurt go in the trolley
Then it's on to aisle fourteen
There's almost no-one in this part of the store
There's a fair few elsewhere
It's Tuesday evening in Tesco Extra
The shopper's ultimate lair
I swear this place is haunted
By the shoppers that peruse the products
At least, it seems that way
Seven pm at Tesco Extra
Going on seven fifteen
Tesco is a paradise
A superstore fit for a queen
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