The Cake Shop
There was a small cake shop near the bath-house
If I had money, I would go in there for a coffee and a cake
the girl behind the counter smiled; I fell under her spell
and my heart beating too fast made me dizzy
Her name was Berta, the loveliest thing on earth
I must invite her out for a walk in the park.
She closed her shop at five, borrowed my brother`s tie, and used his aftershave. Alas, outside the shop stood
a man tall and handsome
I walked by and into a deep shadow.
When she came out, they kissed and walked hand in hand
down the road, she said something, and he laughed.
Devastated, I sank to the ground and bitterly cried
how stupid, the burning shame, I couldn`t go into her shop again, told him about me when she laughed
I found another place where an old lady of thirty served
I felt at ease with her; we laughed and often kissed
But life is not sweet chocolate, as I had to work with no education
I joined the merchant navy, a place for poor boys who didn`t want to work in factories and left dreams behind. Or did I?
Have you ever met a creature of the swamp
the kind that makes his home in the DC bureaucracy
I hear there are hundreds of thousands of them
I shop at Macy's, so why haven't I met one
Perhaps I should visit them at home, I've thought
but getting soaking wet, I'd have to remove my ascot
(Perish the thought!)
O, what's the use? I just can't find this alleged 'swamp creature'
I'm off to see 'Alligators & Crocodiles' at the Bijoux ~ today's double feature
When you go shopping, do you browse
And stroll up all the aisles,
Searching for surprising “Wows!”
That might elicit smiles?
Or do you clutch your list in hand
And check off every item
That’s always purchased as you planned
Each time, ad infinitum?
No matter how you shop, at least
When you’re back home, unpacking,
You’ll know that chances have increased
For some impromptu snacking.
He had the weirdest-ever haircut
And rode a mare that couldn't trot
Said car mirrors had blind spots
Was Paul human, or a robot
No one could recall Paul ever eating
or on his 'diet' ever cheating
He changed clothes behind locked doors
Never went to shop at stores
One day at last the truth leaked out
And now we know without a doubt
For Paul had two severely crossed eyes
Because he was ~ the lama dalai
Stay at home
shop with computer, laptop or phone
With an app
you can get that
Deals deals deals
shopping thrills
Bargains galore
buy a little more
No parking worries
No walking in a hurry
No rude crowds
No paying lines for miles and miles
Shop at home stress free
even get free delivery
Wonderful technology
Black Friday get what you want and need.
Both tourists and islanders shop at this store.
It sells souvenirs, cold drinks, and much more.
Find them on many streets in Honolulu.
Leave the city, and they're all over Oahu.
Explore these stores on the Big Island too.
Go to their shops on Maui and Kauai.
They even have places on Molokai.
Their selections and bargains are worth a look-see.
These Hawaiian convenience stores are called ABC.
"live your best life today for tomorrow is uncertain. You may even die"
sold shop at seventy for soul satisfaction - run over by car
Follow your camels to the desert
Take a right turn at the next stop sign
Eat vanilla yogurt with strawberries
Get your digestive system right...now!
Count your blessings except the last one
Have sex within your species
Avoid complications in breeding
Shop at markets that are open
Eat at Joe's if you have money
Eat donuts with holes
Make sure the middle remains when you leave
Leave a tip for the waitress
Have her baby if she is friendly
Buy a dog, a cat and a mattress
Sleep in the desert
Count the humps on your camels
Make sure they have the right amount
Watch the sun go down
Make sure there is only one
Remind yourself which planet you are from
Travel to the stars but only in your mind
Wear a sweater because it is cold out there
Laugh and cry every day of your life
Be a wise guy and if you are a girl be a wise girl
Know that you are alive before you die
*Do not die without permission (It must be in writing)
Have a degree in writing (Temperatures not included)
Rumors
In the celestial coffee shop at Beetle juice street
where the usual crowed of chatty spirits meet
those fallen one’s at they latest rumors
while others flattering with giggle humors
oh firmament of caffeine and all other ine
every bodies foamy concubine
they said I will be coming around
sometime poetic sometimes loud
pushing buttons where are non
better take some sweet muffins for the run
chasing more hilarious firmaments that shine
then not everything needs to rhyme
but days will come and memories slap your face
let me hold you there by your tempting little lace
every rumor has its element of fact
the endorphin riddled body is not intact
o delicious soul senses
temptress of my dependence
bitter smell of roasting beans and chocolate
universe of mental apparate
do not led to temptation
hope I have in reservation
Two toddler toys without pieces and a gumball machine.
Not kid friendly in this beauty shop at all.
I look swiftly around. Most of the patrons are older than I am.
And I am old.
I am always amazed when I see children in here.
They bring their own toys, and they are loud.
Hand-held machines with incessant loud bings and pings.
I glance around quickly, no kids today.
I am used to silence.
I relish in it. It embraces and loves me.
I adore it. I am starting to like it here.
Rock and roll music comes on. Well, that’s okay. I can stand that.
You Don’t Diet When…
You don’t diet when
You “shop” at a food bank
With never enough for tea.
No readies for treats,
No lattes or sweets,
Nothing extra for you or me.
You don’t diet when
You live by a gutter,
A newspaper lining for sheets.
Sleeping bag if you’re lucky,
And a patch not too gusty,
Or moved on to another street.
You don’t diet when
Your kids play truant,
Get pushed into gangs and take drugs,
Use knives, lose lives,
Live outside the law
And make you feel desperate and sad.
Copyright Emily Joshua
Here's some really astonishing news
Even millionaires shop at Wallymart
Doesn't matter how rich people are
A bargain's still close to their heart
Haven't seen any limousines yet
At our local Wallymart store
But surveys say it's definitely true
They also like paying less for more
You know most millionaire people
Probably resemble you and me
Hard to tell when they're in the store
But drive off in their Jaguar XKE
Imagined the men wearing tux & tails
With the ladies in their sequined gowns
Guess they no longer dress like that
When us normal people are around
My mind's back in the roarin' twenties
But this is the year twenty-eighteen
Maybe my rich uncle will pass away
Leaving me shares in AT&T
against the immense triumph there is freedom
shaped by the mire of fencing at its best
most of life is but a test
tragedy in its commodity
we travels so far not to turn back now
can't turn around when your hands to the plough
I cry out for magic in the instant of your success
crafted by the memory of your dear mainstream
letting go of all noise we search for words
the fighting is the hardest part
with words apart
we dig deeper then ever before
so you shop at the diamond store
with words to explore awe so much more
If you happen upon a stack of photos taken in Victorian times,
Look carefully for a post-mortem picture – they command a premium price.
Technically, everyone in those photos is dead – today
But if they’re dead in the picture, it’s worth what you pay.
They’re often the only photos parents had of their children who didn’t survive to see maturity.
Their parents posed them, either sleeping or next to the family, to be seen for eternity.
Sometimes the eyes were closed, and sometimes they were drawn on expertly and carefully, hoping that their loss we won’t see.
But you won’t find one disposed of at a salvage shop; at least it’s quite unlikely.
Because they are valuable, after all, and have been passed down for free, as fallen leaves from their family’s tree.
But if you happen upon a stack of photos there, just look closely; in the pile there’s a chance you will see
A picture of a child who is smiling, but not really happy.
The reason old doll faces seem so creepy is that their eyes are often painted open, but we know they can’t see,
And their faces are often smiling so happy, but they don’t seem to be free.
Bless China and Mao Zedong
I have partly decorated my Christmas tree bless the Chinese for
the blinking fairy light, blue and yellow strings I think symbolise angels’ hair
not that I have seen any angels with blue-rinsed hair.
I haven`t put up any baubles this year it is a bother to put them on the twigs.
My shoes are bought in the same shop they are ok, but don`t last long,
I feel guilty now my socks and undergarment are made in China
that is how you destroy a country`s economy buying from abroad; it`s cheaper
for us on the low income, it is a vicious circle, more people get laid off they have
little money and had to but underwear and socks shop at a Chinse shop.
The wage for workers in the USA is now so cheap Pakistani factories are moving to
Detroit and Michigan, but for it to succeed the Americans have to build better
roads and new bridges. I digress the tree is fit for purpose comes in 3 sections and can
easily be kept in the shed until next year.
So bless the Chinse for making our Christmas possible this year too
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