It snowed 6 inches, the night before,
The big blow out sale, at the bargain store
No way…in the world, we could resist
Savings of 50% off our shopping list
So, with purse in hand, we tore out the door
We ripped down the stairs…feet ablaze
And feel to the bottom, on our rump in a daze
But that didn’t deter, a shoppers dream
I and my mom, were the best of the team
So back on our feet, we skittered across the street
We made it as far as the parking lot
Hit a sheet, of hidden ice, and could not stop
Clinging, to each other, our feet did a dance
We waltzed round and round, until we wet our pants
And went down on our knees, in the freezing pee
Slipping and sliding, we could not, get a grip
We tried everything, until my mom finally flipped
Sputtering and muttering, heaps of curses galore
Damming the ice, the snow, the pee, the sale and the store
My saintly mother swore, and swore and swore
I’ll never go bargain shopping….no more….no more…….
Elaine George,May 30, 2006
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