Retail

Retail

I saw
The
Whole
Show.
That
Guy
Orville, 
You 
Recall, 
The 
One
With 
The
Nose,
Goes
Into
The
Store,
Puts
A 
Prime
Tenderloin
Under
His 
Arm,
Walks
Out
Again 
And
Sets
Off
The
Alarm.
Orville 
Made 
To
Run,
But 
The
Bored
Guard
Thought
This
Splendid 
Fun,
And
With
Energy 
To
Spare,
Grabbed
Him
By
The
Hair.
Orville
Smacked
Him
With 
The 
Meat,
Knocking 
The 
Man
Off
His
Feet,
And
Raced
Off
Down 
The
Street.   
I won’t
Shop
There
Anymore.
Who 
Needs
Security
To
Give
Such
Grief,
Just
For
Pilfering 
A 
Little 
Beef?