I will put in my Tesco’s bag

The ray of a silk summery sun on an ordinary evening,
Pocket money from the change machine, as old as a museum,
The tip of a candle touching a lighter,

I will put in my Tesco’s bag

A plate with a rumbling belly,
A sip of water from the cold coral waters
And a leaping spark from an electric eel.

I will put in my Tesco’s bag

Three secret wishes written in Spanish,
The last word from a dying man
And the first noise of a new-born baby.

I will put in my Tesco’s bag

A sixth season and a green sun,
A princess on a broomstick
And a witch on a horse.

My bag is printed with a Tesco logo,
With big bold letters,
Its handles are strong plastic.

I shall swim in my bag
On the great pile of shopping,
Then wash ashore in my cosy house.