Lady Super-Market with an apple in her basket, Knocks on the manager's door. Grooning to the Muzak from a speaker in the shoe rack, Lays out her goods on the floor. Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen. 'Eat it and come back for more'
Lady Window-Shopper with a new one in the hopper Whips up a chemical brew. Talking to a neighbor while she polishes her sabre, Knows how to flavor a stew. Never needs to worry with a tin of Hurry-Curry. 'Poisoned especially for you.'
No use to complain if you're caught out in the rain. You're mother's quite insane. Cat food, cat food, cat food, again!
Lady Yellow-Stamper with a fillet in the hamper, Dying to finish the course. Goodies for the table with a fable on the label, Drowning in Miracle Sauce. Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food, 'Not even fit for a horse.'