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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