Never Go Shopping

My mother loved to go shopping .
My father hated it . They loved each other dearly but those shopping trips
bring back memories for me that still make me smile .
This is my version of the comedy scenes in our house following such a trip.

Be a good lad 
Listen to your dad 
Run as if for your life
She'll drive you mad 
So listen to your dad 
Never go shopping with a wife.

You heard your mum this morning 
Say she needed some new shoes
I wasn't given any warning
Now i have the shopping blues
In the first shop we entered
She saw the perfect pair
but she wouldn't buy
Lord knows why
Until we'd been everywhere.

Be a good lad
Listen to your dad
Run as if for your life
She'll drive you mad
So listen to your dad 
Never go shopping with a wife.

6 Hours no less 
and she only bought a dress
As you can plainly see
Her bum looked big i confessed
and now she's stressed
and refusing to talk to me.
She said i should buy a shirt
I didn't mean to hurt
but i begged her to leave me to my fate
I'd look good in stripe or check 
She said would you heck 
and says i don't know how to co-ordinate.

So be a good lad 
Listen to your dad
Run as if for your life
She'll drive you mad
So listen to your dad
Never go shopping with a wife.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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February 4, 2014 at 1:00 AM
If you can find something to make you smile . I'm happy .Though with a husband and 3 Gorgeous daughters . I'm surprised you can find the time . After my dad died it left me in a house with a mum and 5 sisters . I think that is why I went insane , lol I bought my 7 year old nephew a WIIU for Christmas, So I know that feeling.
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