Humorous poem about a worn out holiday shopper.
I shopped at thirty stores.
I bought and bought and bought.
After eight hours of steady shopping,
I feel like I’m going to drop.
My feet are very sore.
My legs are throbbing a lot.
My head is pounding and aching,
And I’m feeling uncomfortably hot.
The crowds were pushing and shoving.
The clerks were nasty and mean.
The prices were outrageous.
I felt like I wanted to scream.
Holiday shopping is awful.
I’ve had enough for the year.
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And going out to have a light beer.
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