Around and round the cursed trudge round the aisles,
the aisles of Hell, damnation and despair.
Through endless cupboards, kitchen tops and tiles,
soft furnishings, sofa and easy chair.
I pray, too late, to wake up from this dream,
and jostle for that meatball of respite,
but Devil's spawn lets out a piercing scream
whilst clutching poor stuffed bat with all its might.
No stopping, keep on moving, just one way ....
towards the final torture far beneath.
Where flat-pack demon Sven awaits his prey
and draws me to my everlasting grief.
Hell's not just other people, that's for sure,
for I can find no way out of this store.
