Treasure Hunt Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Treasure Hunt
Mapped out treasure,
signs to point the way
for the hunters;
a chattering, giggling
swarm
of busy bees.
A delightful maze,
in a crazy world of
colors, shapes,
sizes and racks,
jammed, crammed
completely packed.
Anticipation grows
in a full on buzz,
a high that
only a woman knows;
a swirling, squirrely
dance of girl madness.
There’s simply nothing
quite like a “SALE”!
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5/3/2024 9:38:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
oh that four-letter word...can have the effect of unspeakable excessive spending. meh....just don't go nuts and blow thru all your savings- that's the claptrap of the S***.