Walking aimlessly up and down
aisles after aisles,
Looking at clothes
different colours and styles.
Do I look fat in this
or does it make me look slim,
I've no bloody idea my love
I just want a big fat gin.
It's a hot bloody day
and I'm feeling a bit faint,
If I see another dress
I'm going home to bloody paint.
I thought I was getting
out of a bit of DIY,
But this isn't fun no more,
and I now know just why..
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 4th, 2016 11:35
- Comment from author about the poem: during the summer I thought I'd Managed to get out of a bit of DIY, !!!!!! out of the frying pan into the fire..
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Comments4
Shopping can really suck, sometimes😊😉 Another great one!
Thank you WBL...
Bit of fun....
Lol...great write
Thanks jeff
I loved going shopping with my wife and helping her choose colors and styles but I can understand. Enjoyed.
Great poem. With all the people it in the stores it can add to your nightmare!
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