The Retail Game
There’s a place in never never land
Where shopping centres go
Every single night to replace
The goods they have on show
You’ll never see them travelling
'Cos they go through hyper-space
And sometime in the panic
Get returned to the wrong place
So if you’re in your city centre
And the shops don’t seem quite right
You can bet your bottom dollar
They’ve had a busy night
And in the panic and the mayhem
What should have gone to Crewe
Got sent to Market Wittering
Causing a to do
The staff doesn’t really care
So long as they can vend
And people seldom notice
Just carry on and spend
It doesn’t really matter
For in the retail game
Every single shopping centre
Looks the bloody same
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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