Two shoes

I put my two shoes on and I'm heading out.

To the grocery store

Where I wonder and shout.

Looking for something that I have never eaten before.

Designing a new meal that I tried to explore.

Spices have different names, color doesn't matter.

Giving them life on my plate, in my bowl or platter.

Making my meal complete,

With all the needed essentials.

Using my special tools

And fundamentals.

Once I have gathered all I need

And head for the front line.

I put it on the belt , push it down

With forget-me-nots on my mind.

She rings up my meal and any snacks that I crave.

I pay her and leave because

It's been one of those days.