Interacting with shop staff.'
Negating the unproductive auto till'
Encouraging social co-heasion'
Caring for the overall ecology'
Have good numerecy skills
Are out going personalitys
Have a willingness to show compassion'
I am a shopper
That’s what I claim to be
Just look in my closet
And you’ll have to agree
Penney’s, Kohl’s and TJMaxx
Oh, how I wish you didn’t charge tax
You have the power to make my day
I search for a bargain
And never dismay
When I find an aisle
With a good array
I smile and say hooray
This is the way
I like to spend my day
BJ Cuber
There was a young woman who liked to spend,
Many days and nights without end.
Her credit cards she did max;
Must have been that awful tax.
Residing now in the women's pen.
She bade farewell to Prada and Gucci shoes, and said hello to Pucci, and Jimmy Choo.
A love affair that didn’t last, finished by lunch, it was over that fast.
Next was tea at three fifteen, with Mr. Alexander, last name, McQueen.
Soon, he too was ancient history, since she, moved on to Fendi and Givenchy.
What next? I promised not to tell, but I think it’s Canali, Chloe, and Chanel.
The moral of this story? Shop fast, shop hard, and use daddy’s credit card.
I've felt the joy of spending money.
Approaching lust and finding.
A piece of meat that's red in flavor.
The package sealed for binding.
Another step to finding more.
The next thing to your heart.
An item grabbed; the more I have.
A basket full to start.
The rush to cash and it's cashier
as happiness from here.
Your plastic cards both rich and full
that caution's bringing fear.
The cashier rushed to smile at you.
Her greetings roar sincere.
Your items scanning past the cash
as patience's proven here.
A quick thanks to and your receipt
to pack your bags with treats.
You hurry off towards your car
and once again the streets.
The ride for home a pleasant one.
Your comfort forcing thrill.
Arriving in a gentle calm
to know you bought your fill.
Your welcome home a quiet one.
You cart your groceries in.
Then sit them on the table top
just thankful that you've been.
You say you'll go another day
for more of what you need.
In spite of having everything
and having just been freed.
To know it's been a perfect day
for spending all your cash.
Excitement for a whole new life
until your tired and crash.
a woman who stood four foot two
went shopping to buy some shampoo
with shoppers aghast
a snob clerk let blast
madam what a meager hairdo.
I made a secret shop today...
Drove to downtown Tampa Bay
We dined for free, or so they say
It's a lot of work for meager pay...
Timing the waiter's every action
While noting each tiny infraction
Caused me plenty of dissatisfaction
That will be my final interaction...
Incognito
Love to do the shopping I do
quite an oddity in a man
food shopping especially I love
as I am it's number one fan
Also like looking at stationary
paper, pencils but particularly a pen
have a whole load in my collection
all acquired for my little den
A bargain is something I love
whatever that sale may be
always good to get it cheap
makes eye sparkle eye to see
What has created this fad?
used to do shopping for my mum
when she left this earth below
did same for dad to fill his tum
So the shop bug's never left
really enjoy it at any time
go away anywhere always buy
able to get a goodie for a dime!
as you hop
windor stop
this time of year
there's cart near
chestnuts other stuff
some like a log call hotdog
its quick fixs
and a real deal
its
SHOPPER HOLIDAY MEAL
its pack and stack
its gifts
for mabe a stiff
wide and deep
drag near the feet
some fess
whie windor stopping
its
CHRISTMAS SHOOPING
AND BAGS
as you go windor stop
or in store shop
there's crime
kept this in mind
in every block
some will call you too
honey
HOLIDAY SHOPPER
WATCH YOUR MONEY
its the season this reason
young old goat
dress in warm coats
walk up and down
listen to holiday sound
some have a hop
other none stopper
its
HOLIDAY WINDOR
SHOPPER
I want to shop on Valentine's
but haven't got a date.
I'd buy myself some roses
if it wasn't for I'm straight.
Some chocolate hearts would fill my gut
and card say "I Love You".
But signing it would be in vain
and thanks would never do.
Coupons for a hug and kiss
would make my rainy day.
But everytime I cashed one in
I'd feel a littly gay.
Letters written to my love
would only creep me out.
And knowing they were meant for me
would surely leave no doubt.
Songs of love would fill my heart
if it was meant to be.
But knowing I'm a single guy
would make me want to flee.
Home cooked meals would seal the deal
and I could eat for two.
Until I'm fat and throw me back.
And still have plenty to chew.
together
in this bad weather
we shop until we drop
looking around town
up and down
hold hands llike know others
we were
HOLIDAY SHOPPER
LOVER
they come to spend
some have a grim
from over the ocean
plane or in motion
to our cities and town
allaround
you see them hopping
and bopper
HOLIDAY SHOPPER
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