Best Retail Poems

It's one week till Christmas
And we've had enough
Of grumpy old shoppers
Complaining about stuff.

They hate the line-ups,
They hate the cashiers.
They won't be happy 
Till they have...

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It's two weeks till Christmas
And the store is a zoo.
The customers are grumpy
And I guess we are too.

Whatever they're after 
Has already been sold.
If all...

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Alms For The Poor

~~~~~~ The Clever Beggar ~~~~~~

The not so old beggar stood 
before me,with outstretched 
arms and a sadden stare
He ask me for sixty-five...

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With Christmas time coming
It's time to call Jack
Sears needs a Santa
to get the Families back

They look for his number
It's no where to be found
They look...

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I work in the retail sector
and everyone's gone mad.
It's really very amusing.
It's really very sad.

Toilet paper and sanitizers
have flown right out the door.
Though everyone is...

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They restricted celebrations,
forget your relations.

They restricted travel,
watched families unravel.

They restricted purchases,
no provided services.

They closed the schools,
those were the new rules.

They closed the churches,
no Sunday soul...

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Death to you, the same to me,
As conscious is to soul:
Undefined yet understood
In broken words “to be.”

Science seeks to word, the other,
Self, but not the...

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American teachers guiding America’s youth
They hold the key to our future’s door
So we pay three and a half times more 
To the man who pulled...

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Written by Gail DeBole 
Updated on April 11, 2017

A coupon clipper named Carla
Has a pile of coupons in her parla'.
     ...

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Written by Gail DeBole

Zelma Zotz's new year's contribution
Is to think of a definite solution
   To avoid making a plan
   (which she...

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Written by Gail DeBole on May 18, 2009


There once was a fella named Murray
Who lived his life in a flurry.
When the grim reaper stopped by
Murry...

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Exploring the suburbs at Melbourne
Glad are the late nights’ burnt

Bustling Bourke Street Mall
Epitome of a retail therapy’s call

The archaic Flinder’s Station
Scheduling warrants attention

Cho-chooing to Sydney
Never...

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Written by Gail DeBole

Fred Hardtselle, a salesman who died,
On his tombstone had these words inscribed:
"In a seance call me,
for a rather small fee,
I'll find out...

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Written by Gail DeBole on February 4, 2013

A man with the name of Feng Shui
Arranged his life in a Qi-loving way.
Full of sweet harmony,
And life...

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Written by Gail DeBole

Phillip Buster could fluster a room -
Full of men whose anger ballooned
     When came his turn to speak,
...

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