Friday Freestyle

Walking home from work, walking down the street
Remember that at home I got nothing to eat
So I double-check my wallet and I pop into the shop
Grab my little basket, ready to rock
I look around the place, perusing through the aisles
So many different fruits in so many different styles
I'm tryna get the tastiest, the ripest, the sweetest
I pick out a couple of the juiciest peaches
Hmm what next, I'm kinda perplexed
Stall for a minute, reply to a text
Then I come back to earth, remember that old adage
You won't succeed in life without a little bit of cabbage
So I head on to the deli, couple hundred grams
Could I get a little pink капуста me gusta
Last stop I need some different food groups
And what better than pre-made soup
Ok on to the till, at this point I'm cruisin'
Cashier looks at me she asks, "Пакет нужен?"
I say no, no I don't need a bag
I've got a backpack to save on that environmental price tag
There's me justifying my response
As I stuff the items in my backpack all at once
Zip it up, and then it's off to the road
Open the door, then the whole world starts to explode
Cause this girl's sitting on a bench, eyes looking into me
Smiling like, well I'm not so good at similes
But smiling well, and I could tell that we were meant to be
Together I said wanna take a walk and she said yes forever
We wandered round and came across a grassy hill
Which we rolled all the way down, like Jack and Jill
Lying face to face she asks, "What's your favorite book?"
I said, "It's in my bag! Why don't you take a look?"
Then she opens up my bag and all the smells come flying
Squished peach juice, the cabbage smelled like it was dying
Her hands got all sticky and her face was like jello
There was soup all on the pages of my book, it turned yellow
She said, "What kind of human puts a book that he adores
In a backpack with soup, and cabbage and peaches poorly stored?
Well, not the man I want to be with"
She got up and left, and I sat there sheepish
Trod home like man, she was the love of my life
Key in the door, turn on the lights
She could have been the one, I'm in such a sad mood
Open up the fridge - goddamn it, there's no food