Index poe0013 Genre Poetry Author Arthur Freeman Date 26.08.01 Title ‘Let's Go SHOPPING!!!!!!!’ Let's Go SHOPPING!!!!!!! We entered to the women's wear from work to bank to mall. It's heavens picks from fashionland. A frenzied shopping squall. First thought. I knew I should be home. So , , , silently I scream. Be brave I think. How bad is it? How is it, she can gleam? Too long too short too big in bust, something here is right. We'll find the clothes that fit her form. With-in our shopping sight. In blue, or black, or red and green She'll match these clothes for sure. So give a hand and hold these please, Again she changed once more. I look around. A sea of clothes. All yelling for her touch. Eeek! I shriek, but cup my mouth toooooo much! Too long too short too big in bust, something here is right. We'll find the clothes that fit her form. With-in our shopping sight. Not right. Wrong fit. Wrong tag on brand. The clothes in here are wrong. Lets leave and find another place. It shouldn't take too long. Some time ago the sun shone bright. The day was half way here. But now the stars are twinkling through, still, , , shopping is premier... That store, before, had lost its class. Their taste in clothes went bad. Another store, with so much more has surely got the fad.' And so again We entered to the women's wear from work to bank to mall. It's heavens picks from fashionland. A frenzied shopping squall. First thought. I knew I should be home. So , , , silently I scream. Be brave I think. How bad is it? How is it, she can gleam? And so again, , , another feast of silk and cotton wear. With mirrored walls, the changing rooms are calling her to there. In blue, or black, or red and green She'll match these clothes for sure. So give a hand and hold these please, Again she changed once more. Too long too short too big in bust, something here is right. We'll find the clothes that fit her form. With-in the shopping night. Again I look. A sea of clothes. All yelling for her touch. Eeek! I shriek, but cup my mouth toooooo much! Not right. Wrong fit. Wrong tag on brand. The clothes in here are wrong. Lets leave and find another place. It shouldn't take too long. Whoaaaaaa,, but wait. There's one more thing. She's yet to try this on. So, to the changing room she goes Perfection, , , in her palm.... She smiled at the prize she's found. Her happy heart is proud. And now all done we leave that store with screams of "GOODBYE CROWD!" At last, we're home. It's really late. Near me, , , the newly purchased box. I know tonight she'll dream about, her brand new store bought socks.!!!!!!! PS....Good luck to you,, Son.