Order, Order, Order
I can order, order, order
And return, return, return.
I’m an Amazon supporter
But I guess I’ll never learn
That the odds of really finding
Something perfect while online
Takes a mountain of reminding
That most things won’t wind up mine.
Either it appears in person
Nothing like when on the screen
Or my views on it will worsen
When my mirrors intervene
Or the comfort level’s lacking
Or it’s sparking zero joy;
Then it’s time to send it packing,
Keeping truckers in employ.
So it’s back to the computer
Where I’ll start my endless scroll.
Surely I’ll find something cuter –
I can feel it in my soul!
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