Paper Mag

Magnolia, nicknamed Mag,

Now stroked her gypsy shag.

She’d thought she’d had her

Groceries in a paper bag.

In her dismay,

Her face grew hot.

She feared the tongues would wag,

Feared her mind had gone to pot.

Someone at the grocer’s store …

Had stowed them, seemingly,

In vinyl plastic sack!

And sadly, what is more,

Like some too heedless hack,

It’s true poor Mag in error

Did throw out the grocery lot.