Remember the orphans abandoned in shops:
A packet of pasta, a jar of rollmops
Stray packs and jars litter the space by the tills;
An unripe banana, a packet of pills

A small bag of bangers – were they meant for tea?
A carton of ricecakes (they’re calorie-free)
The scanner goes bip-bip, the shopper’s away,
But every few minutes things do go astray

Each day the conveyor leaves something behind
Two lonely pork pies for the next guy to find
The checkout is full of forgotten largesse;
It’s piled near the till in a higgledy mess

And the staff pick ’em up and they carry them back
To the place they should be…  every left-behind pack.