Early morning, with an hour to spare,
Five comrades journey, as if going into a lair.
Armed with pouch bags, slung like rifles;
Loaded with cash, not ones to trifle.
Experienced travellers they may be,
But unbeknownst to the enemy.
With fingerprints erased from memory,
They were like spies of the Russian army.
They reach the front line, not far from base.
They realised then, there's not a moment to waste.
Onwards they went to recce the shops;
In the supermarket, they surveyed the crops.
Shoes, bags, and discounts galore,
They wipe out the shops, floor by floor.
The battle goes on, till the enemies retreat -
Can the soldiers then rest their feet.
I stand there amazed at this curious sight -
A show of absolute power and might.
I realised then my greatest folly,
To lead Five Aunties into J.B.
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Author:
Poetic_azf (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2022 01:23
- Comment from author about the poem: NB: J.B - Johor Bahru, a region of Malaysia favoured by Singaporeans for cheap shopping and food just across the causeway bridge
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
I can only assume covid
hasn't effected that region
like it has the West..
a fun read, thanks for sharing
I wrote this a few years back when Covid was but a mere dream
The pandemic has affected every corner of the world unfortunately
Wishing things would go back to normal soon
my bad, I assumed too much
and that's a wish
shared by a lot of people
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