Sunday, June 1, 2008
Man shopping Baby!
Listen closely friends, and you shall hear
A tale of bold Man Shopping, to delight your ear
Into the very pits of hell, but with a buying plan
It was Wal Mart at dawn, entered a daring old man
Race to the photo center, to print me some prints
Zoom, clip, and crop, seeking only perfect tints
Fire it up nice lady clerk, for I'm in a real push
Slug that hot black coffee, and move that cute tush
Storm the mens clothes, to find the sale rack
Seven dollar shirts? Buy the whole bloody pack!
Eight dollar blue jeans, and where is my size?
Snagged every one in stock, thats my prize
An empty checkout line, there must be at least one
It's just past dawn, hardly even a hint of sun!
Pick a young one, with life still in her fingers
Ring me up, ring me up, and please don't linger!
Four shirts, two pants and a bag full of socks
Snagged on the run, because Man Shopping rocks!
Only fifty two dollars? Thats a heck of a deal
If it was just a little cheaper, I'd call it a steal
Out the front door, with a satisfied dance
So reading the watch, how far did it advance?
Only twenty four minutes, a very short mission
That's Man Shopping my friends, in it's finest tradition
3 comments:
That's my kind of shopping: Wally World before the hordes get there, in and out in 20 minutes. Woohoo! Congrats on some awesome Man Shopping! But it's not just for men, you know -- there are gals out there who don't like "dawdle shopping" either...
Oh, and your poetry is darn nice too. :)
I'm like a heat seaking missle. Mission. Shoes. Type black, low heel. Into the store, spot pair of black low heel shoes. My size. Grab, pay, out. My female counterparts - "didn't you want to look at ALL the black shoes". I'm wearing it under a pair of trousers, not marrying it.
A thing of beauty. I prefer Target to Wal-Mart, but I can't argue with success.
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