A friend was recently looking for a little poetry help for her son, who was tasked with writing a poem about the Dollar Store. With apologies to Robert Frost, here's my contribution:
Stopping By Dollar Store on a Snowy Evening
Whose aisles these are I think I know,
With Gummi Bears and fuchsia bow.
I hope none see me stopping here
To watch this store fill up with dough.
My little purse must think it queer
To stop without a Macy’s near.
Between the goods of China’s make
The cheapest shopping – have no fear!
It gives its empty pouch a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the clink
That pennies, nickels, dimes do make!
Dollar Stores are lowly, rank, and cheap,
But I have promises to keep,
And crap to buy before I sleep,
And crap to buy before I sleep.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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