We were so happy shopping for things
For our soon to be wedding day
When a handsome clerk waltzed down the isle
And stole your heart away
You left nothing to huggy
But the buggy
The saddest day for me in years
You broke my heart at WalMart and I cried all the way to Sears
Strangers stopped to sympathize
But they could not ease my pain
So I kept on buying merchandise
I played the foolish game
I felt so bad and so sad
And I could not stop the tears
You broke my heart at WalMart and I cried all the way to Sears
Big stores are lonesome
Even when you're in a Crowd
There's no place to hide and cry
So I cried in front of everyone
And out loud
The more stuff I bought to carry home
The more I sobbed and cried
I could not stop no matter what
But oh how hard I tried
I spent my money
I lost my honey
I'm in the parking lot shedding tears
You broke my heart at WalMart and I cried all the way to Sears
Finally I made it home
And lay across my bed
While scenes of our past shopping trips
Kept running through my head
I'm alone in sorrow
I'll shop again tomorrow
A sad commercial I seem to hear
You broke my heart at WalMart and I cried all the way to Sears
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Hahaha, this is hilarious!
The overall message is really sad, any heartbreak is depressing, but omg that refrain literally had me wheezing.
(Sorry of this wasn't meant to be a humorous poem
it was meant to be humorous
thanks for the comment
tomorrow I'm submitting another humorous poem, about the computer and one's man's adventures
How many buy and buy as a substitute for a lack in other parts of their lives? Good question worth considering under all the fun. Thanks Chas.
wonderfully fun to read
limitless in scope, to contemplate
(Bukowski inked
the very notion of Pain, is absurd
merely, because it exists..
maybe, within your lines
we can heed whispers to a similar
explanation for romances necessity
in our lives
how absurd, to wilfully invest
everything
in someone, as a mirror to our fallible
self...
still, they do call it shopping 'therapy')
forgive my rambling, was just inspired by your words
thanks for sharing dear Poet
Good evening, now this is a fun poem to read, my cup of tea. I enjoyed reading it from the beginning right to the end.
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