Oh Asda man, I see you every time
I go to do my supermarket shop.
Sometimes you’re serving in the checkout line,
Or else you’re in the toilets with a mop.
You always greet me smiling at the door,
And help me with my trolley’s wonky wheel.
You find my missing items in the store
And I wish that I could tell you how I feel.
I watch you stacking jars of peanut butter,
Arranging shelves of buy-one-get-one-free.
Your strong physique , it makes my heart a-flutter,
But sadly I’m a Tesco employee...
And so my love for you I must keep hidden,
Because mixing with the rival is forbidden.
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