At the Sales
By luigi_pagano
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I’m looking for a bargain,
searching the clothes rails
for a pair of nice trousers
at the New Year’s sales.
My wife came with me
and I will tell you why;
she’s a shrewd shopper
and has an eagle-eye.
‘My waist is thirty-three’.
‘No, not on your Nelly,
it’s at least thirty-eight;
look at your beer-belly!’
Suddenly I feel deflated,
my world is looking grim,
it seems only yesterday
that my waistline was slim.
© Luigi Pagano 2013
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Very funny poem Luigi, full
Very funny poem Luigi, full of humour that is great fun to read. I think I'll be avoiding those Sales this year...too much hassle!
Look forward to reading more of your work in the New Year.
Jenny. xx
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I, too, am avoiding the Sales
I, too, am avoiding the Sales, like the plague. Mind you...it's harder to ignore the 'online' ones
Really enjoyed this, Luigi. Topical, and 'brilliantly writ', as ever.
All the best for 2014.
Tina xxx
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