SALES TALES

This annual event
A cold evening spent
Outside, standing in a Que.
It's the rule
For many a fool
Though not for me or you.

Waiting for a coat or hat
Or other such unwanted tat
A late present for the wife.
Left the house on Christmas night
To miss out on festive delight
These idiots need to get a life.

Burst through the door
Knocking others to the floor
To get your hands onto the prize,
Last year you didn't want it
In fact, you even called it shit
But you're now crawling over it like flies.

Every Christmas there's sales
With the same sorry tales
TV news reporting on the rush.
There's plenty of sadness
As with broken bones in the madness
Some innocent pensioner is trampled in the crush.

Half price Jimmy Choo shoes
With six inch heels in various hues
A bargain too good to be missed.
No cash... It's getting drastic
So she melts the plastic
A sale item she couldn't resist.

So take a look at the stats
And stop acting like prats
Because every year you're losing sleep.
What you think is a bargain
The shops tried selling again and again
But, they'll get rid as they know you're a sheep.

Phil Hall December 2013