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?�?/STRONG>