Looking over his shoulder
About this he knows not one thing
Was it super that she wanted
Or the ones that have the wings
The choices are too many
And she even sent him with coupons
Spring fresh, perhaps overnight
Or the extra super-thin tampons
He buries his choice under cereal
And walks discreetly away
Dreading the looks in the checkout
When they scan it and he has to pay
Perhaps he can linger back
Until no other men are around
He could go look at the magazines
Or the candy bought by the pound
He thinks his wife will be angry
For taking as long as he had
The cashier tries to scan, then yells
"PRICE CHECK ON MAXI-PADS!"

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