I got this title from the lid of a jar of pickled onions.
I thought of supermarkets, the mad and sometimes brilliant things you hear other customers say whilst passing up and down the aisles. I thought of the canned goods aisle in particular.
The next shopping day I hovered around the canned goods aisle of a famous British supermarket which I will refer to as Orange to prevent any possible libel trouble. Having picked up a sequence of fascinating conversational snippets I redesigned them into a found poem.
I did this for three other supermarkets: Yellow, Blue and Green. The quality of the stuff I picked up within my fifteen minute allocations varied but I think it's all just about worthy.
I present it to you now.