Snow of Bargains

You wake the dead to life, with coupons divine
each tombstone stamped “Buy one, get one spine.”
The graveyard groans with bargain cries, 
resurrection priced at ninety‑nine pies.

Asleep you become a continent,
with a mattress sale so prominent.
Each valley humming-"Buy with ease'
and rivers flowing two‑for‑threes.

Learning about constellations
from handbills tossed in all locations.
Moon and stars promised in pasted ads.
Turn out to be "then and now "stickers fads.

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening,
discounts howl in red, at me unceasing
paper beasts singing 'Huge Sale Today',
snow of bargains blizzards the town away.

Thirteen ways of looking at a bird,
called offers, and all sound so absurd.
Sometimes I wonder how a Latin word
got hawked in flyers, cheap and slurred.