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>Sunday – shop – or – not, until you drop.

I heard it on TV one night.  
So I knew it must be right.
MP’s debating seriously.  
Whatever could be that emergency?

Was Sunday shopping, oh now, do I see?
Debating seriously, was our MP’s.
About free shopping, on Sundays?
I do not mean free as in to shop. 
 
But, free to, ‘open all hours,’ every shop.
It does not mean you have to shop. 
If no money you have got.
Because you spent the last you had.
On council tax, water, electric and gas.

Or Sunday’s shopping, you might go. 
And spend the blinking lot you know.
Best do shopping when kids are at school  
As in Supermarkets, some make you a fool.

Throwing tantrums everywhere. 
Just to get what is not there.
Your attention which is not so. 
As you’re deciding what to buy you know. 

Sunday shopping some people do. 
 Occasionally I have had to too.
Like when your picture fell of the wall. 
And I had not one nail at all. 
At the hardware store, where I did shop.
Could I buy one nail? I could not.

Not one nail, could I buy you see,
I had to buy a pack of twenty.
So Sunday shopping me now won’t go. 
Unless we have an earthquake you know.
And all your pictures fall off the wall.
And I’d run out of them nails one and all.

This rhyme would be a lot prettier.  
Had them MP’s voted quicker.
As Junior doctors are told to work.  
So should judges, MPs, the lot not shirk?
Then when they die, they can be. 
Sorted out straightaway, then all can be.

Tidy efficient, can you not tell. 
As I’m now in heaven, as was unwell.
As in a Sunday shop I did fall.  
It was no blinking fun at all.

I should have been in church that day
My dear Lord could have saved me that day.
No more rhymes will now come from me.  
And you all could sigh with relief, you see.

Not as seeing me when I did go.  
But knowing I’d prepare for you all so.
When you arrive, me you will see
Then you can read my poetry.

If not, you will have a chance.
To join in with, that floral dance.

Apologies to Sir Terry Wogan.  Although he must know by now, I do like that blinking floral dance.  And The Wombles, and also the Diddy Men.  I do Dragon, that’s the tooth, (I said truth Dragon,) the whole truth and nothing but the truth.   

By the way the result of the free vote in Parliament was not to change the present shopping hours on Sundays. So a whole debating period was wasted, I think it was a ploy to take our minds off the EU referendum, but then, what do i know?  Not a lot, I know. lol   (The mad author)<
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