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!