Shopsession Poem by Phil Soar

Shopsession



The sparkle in her eyes when shopping at the online store
Is brighter than a neon light, and burns all night for sure
There’s no use pulling out the plug, or flicking off the switch
She says it’s no obsession, and it’s just a little glitch

Parcels arrive daily, and we know the courier well
He’s built like a brick shit-house, which is really just as well
He carries out his duties and has many calls to make
Is dropping 5 or more a day to us, so hard to take?

For each and every purchase, there’s a return label there
She leaves the parcels in each room, all piled up on a chair
And when she has enough of them, she sends the items back
She needs the space for hundreds more, and hasn’t got a rack

It’s best to let her search online, she smiles as she explores
It’s easier than walking round the many high street stores
It keeps her feeling satisfied, and that is so unique
The stores online work at her pace, so she can have a peek

So, is it an obsession, or just a random phase?
Looking at the online stores, for days and days and days
Choosing from the articles, pleasing to her eye
Searching for the things she wants, and never asking why

So leave her in her little world of laptop wonderland
Never asking if, maybe, you could give her a hand
She knows just wants she’s after, and until she sees it there
She’s in a world that is her own, and she doesn’t have a care

Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: shopping
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