The Retail Therapy Bug
The bargain basement sales were on,
The junk mail had arrived;
The home was in such disarray
That Penicillin thrived.
The cat was in its litter box,
The dog had dug the garden,
While Hubby slumped upon the couch, was
Devoid of grace and pardon.
The children coloured in the walls
Their screams and fights were chilling;
So mum decided on the spot
To seek out every shilling.
She ripped the lids off tins and jars,
She hunted through each pocket,
She scoured the house from top to toe
Inspired by the docket;
She came across a wad of cash ,
A credit card, and clamped it,
And so cashed up the bug bit deep
The urge to shop was rampant.
She kissed the children’s dirty faces
And yelled her loud goodbyes,
To Hubby sleeping on the couch
Who didn’t hear her cries;
Instead he snored in silent bliss
A smile upon his lips,
His team had won the FA Cup-
He lead the footy tips.
He had no understanding
Of the power of the sale,
Knew nothing of the therapy
Known as the Bug Retail,
He snored a little deeper,
Mumbled, �?Shuddup will ya kids?�?/FONT>
As mummy rushed across the street
Her fist awash with quids.
She raced around the bargain tables
Her mind in spending mode,
Her eyes aglow as fever raged
She spent her entire load.
Returning somewhat out of breath,
Her urges satisfied,
She found the house as she had left it
On the verge of homocide;
She called her brood to order,
She unpacked all her buys,
She gazed in love at children
Whose faces were surprised.
She looked into her husbands face,
She passed him a new scarf -
One she bought for 2 pounds 10 -
Its price had dropped by half.
She handed out the treasures,
She gave it all away,
And nothing left was hers to keep
Cause that’s a mother’s way.
But soon the bug will come again,
The sales will call her back,
And she shall seek another fix
When the Retail Bug attacks.
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