Dropped the Pickles on the Floor,
checking Out at Grocery Store.
Embarrassment came On in Swells,
it Was a Large jar of Dills.

Saturday and Lines were Long,
turned Around – My line was Gone.
Hoped I was Not in Disfavor,
maybe Got a Gray Hair Waver?

Not the Scent that I would Choose,
for my Trousers and my Shoes.
Let me Get another Jar,
both Hands Holding – Was not Far.

Impression there I had not Wanted,
memory That sure Left me Haunted.
Grateful now – Could not be Clearer -
it Was not A Great Big Mirror.