A deep worry creases my brow,
Inevitable it is that much I know.
She looks at me; an evil grin,
With me in tow, she wants to sin.
Erupts in protest, every bit of me,
Spare me, leave me, just let me be .
Against my will, she pulls me through,
Feeding me poison she made me brew
“Oh I wish to buy that fancy mop”
The devil woman takes me to shop.
Ignores my groans, my pleas, my cries.
She debunks my many, countless tries
“We need pillows, curtains and trays”,
“That store has sale, my best friend says”
“We should probably get that neat shoe rack”
“Oh, and Reebok offers 20% off on tracks”
Carrying her bags, my feet get sore,
Walking through malls and a million stores.
“Is this top good or that pink one?”
“Don’t just nod; you are no fun”
By EOD I just don’t care,
And my poor wallet, lighter than air.
She doesn’t see my spirits drop,
The devil woman takes me to shop!
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Disclaimer: The above poem/post is a work of fiction based on actual events and experiences. In case no one noticed, I hate shopping.
ROFLLLLL... poor u!! d pic is exactly d way I have dragged you so many times through those numerous shops!!! ;)
ReplyDeleteThis is purely a work of fiction yar....i really enjoyed 'our' shopping trips :)
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