The smile.
We are all proper glum of a weekend.
When the family’s all gathered together.
When there’s nothing on telly and everyone’s bored.
And we’re all at the end of our tether.
We struggle to talk to each other
As within similar homes.
Like most of our Nation, smart conversion.
Is conducted through Ipads and phones.
That’s not to say we’re not focused.
Like Lions we hunt in a pride.
We sit in the house going wild with the mouse
For parcels with smiles on the side.
Our little Michael then ordered
a chicken and egg one by one.
He wanted the old question answered.
It had been on his mind for so long.
Our Dad went and clicked on a punch bag
Which he hung from a beam in the cellar.
Each evening he’d put on his gloves.
And beat it like it was a fella.
Our Dad was a bit out of practice.
And slow when he shuffled his feet
The bag led on points for most of the fight.
And at last Dad conceded defeat
Our loyalty is never ending.
Dedication that can’t be denied.
We constantly seek, eight days a week.
Those boxes with smiles on the side.
The firm has a eavesdropper present
It dwells in our home like a spy.
It listens to our conversations.
Then tells us what we’d like to buy
It influences buying decisions.
It says that it's well worth the price.
Convinced that we’re getting a bargain.
We then go and order it twice.
Whether you’re looking for homewares.
Or clothing to suit her or him
You can buy with a click,to your home in a tick
In a box that comes with a grin.
We can’t get enough of our parcels.
Our boxes delivered each day.
We don't think we’re spending our money.
We just let the credit card pay.
The goods that we buy are not needed.
These trinkets, like Zombies we crave.
Too lazy to go to the shops
Our time and our money we save.
.
Home shopping has become one of our past times
Delivering smiles to our town
Too much time on the net and too much in debt.
Can make you smile upside down
The smile will be ruling our planet.
It’s taking us over by stealth.
It longs for world domination.
And a sizeable slice of its wealth
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Chris Duffy (
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Comments4
Smile not here yet, Chris, although the packages certainly are. A read I can relate to.... online shopping has crept up on me, luckily at an age when I don't really need much in the cupboard I choose to call home (love it!)
Family life without a wife is certainly much simpler, I think.
So in the belief there is a thread of truth running through your fun read, I've only one question: How do you dispose of all that cardboard (the stuff with the smilies on)? Another excuse me on the way?
Morning Dave.
Hope you’re well.
The smile is the logo of Amazon, a home shopping online business.
I’d be surprised if you don’t have access to it?
As for the cardboard, I burn the beggar.
Sod the planet! Polar bears can swim.
Thanks for the message. It’s always nice to hear from you.
'Afternoon Chris
Met with Amazon...no smile.
Burning? Burning? How are you going to feel when a polar bear fronts up after a long swim, knocks on your door and asks to use your bathroom?
Top notch Chris!
Cheers matey
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