Haiku Weds.. I mean bad poetry Thursday

So there are a lot of bloggers out there that do a Haiku Friday (or sat, mon.?-- whatever day it falls on) and I decided that I have some poetry to share.
I know you will soon discover why I chose to be a SAHM(onster) rather than write, but bear with me and try to feel the moment.
Lights down low?
Feelin' a good vibe?

Ode to the Commissary Bagger

Dear, dear boy as you handle the souvenirs from this lovely occasion,
could you spare a moment or two?
You see, I've noticed that you placed my bread on the bottom again
and by home it will be a glob of glue.

I don't usually mind these sorts of things,
but have really,
have really had a time.
I want to go home
savoring the tantrums, smashed crisps,
potty stops and leaky sippy cup,
Not be concerned about slime

from my tomatoes that sit under detergent
oozing their way into the flour
and did your mother ever tell you
that bananas hate frozen peas--
do you get paid by the hour?

I'll still give you your tip,
and I won't think bad things
(well, not overly mean)
when two weeks' pay-worth of goods
(placed in a tower that leans)
go crashing to the floor in a mangled heap.

You dear dear boy,
I know where you live,
you may want to keep
one eye open while you sleep.....