Constance La France Poet Fibonacci

The Sale

 
The
sale
today
starts at nine.
I was first in line.
The doors opened and I was gone,
I looked up and down the rows and rows and saw nothing.
I asked a clerk for my item, oh, he said, we are sold out. Darn it! How can that be!

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July 31, 2015


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Marilyn Williams August 5, 2015 at 12:25 PM Sad but true. Thanks for you lovely words of praise. And, I loved this too!

Thomas Martin August 1, 2015 at 12:22 PM So funny, girl, ROFL.

Eric Boddie August 1, 2015 at 10:24 AM well at least you didn't camp out for three days....then you may have been pissed enough to get the 12 gauge....and proceed to shoot up everything in sight....that would have annoyed everyone and just wouldn't be right....lol....I enjoyed this very much....;)

Darlene Gifford August 1, 2015 at 10:08 AM Yes! you tell it like it is. Great for contest. Best of luck..~~~Darlene

Tim Smith July 31, 2015 at 8:26 PM I think we have all been there...I always think there was some sort of false advertising associated when it happens to me.

Lindsay Laurie July 31, 2015 at 7:38 PM G'day Broken Wings... thinking of the money you saved might ease the pain; but can the pain of retail therapy be relieved - Enjoyed your poem - Lindsay

D.W. Rodgers July 31, 2015 at 7:29 PM It just doesn't add up! Good luck in the contest.

Jan Allison July 31, 2015 at 7:07 PM That would irk me too Broken Wings - great one for the contest - good luck:-) hugs jan xx