They give you a bag for each item
Then double-bag, so bugs can't bite 'em
Then you buy a big bag
Which they bung in a bag
And on and on, ad infinitum.
Original comic here.
Needless to say, I have half-inched the rhymes from that other poem about the fleas.
The baggers who bag up your food
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They've thought up a jest
Where each (more than the rest)
Uses many more bags than if you'd.
Very neat!
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