I urge to splurge
To splash the cash, to dash
Through doors of sundry stores;
To empty out emporia
To be a wonga warrior.
Sad and down I'll go to town
Procure a cure from every store,
My mood remade with each pound paid
It kills my ills with tinkling tills;
I'll hustle hard to cram my card
With underwear and leatherwear,
I'll huff and puff to everywhere
Where stuff is sold, the truth be told
Until all's spent I'll not relent
(Cometh the bill I will repent!!)
COPYRIGHT D M PAMMENT 1st FEBRUARY 2010
Comments
shoe | February 2, 2010 - 12:01
With underwear and leatherwear,? (one and the same?)
brilliant! and cherried! :~D
kheldar | February 2, 2010 - 12:22
I was referring to shoes and handbags, young Shirley, the thing with poetry is each reader can bring their own take on it - I will say nothing more on your taste in unmentionables!!
As for the cherry, I think the cherry robot must have swallowed a bug.
Mind your undies don't chafe,
David xx
MistakenMagic | February 2, 2010 - 13:20
Brilliant poem, David! Really made me smile :) And well done on a well-deserved cherry!
Magic xxx