Shopping
Flip-flops flopping
Hems flapping
Hats flying
Braids thrusting
Eyes searching
Mine's sleeping
Hands touching
Mouths yelling
Pants waiting
Bags yawning
Kids crying
I'm leaving.
A:N: This poem is just about how annoying I think sales and shopping can be. Like it?
By HasiVA
31st March 2010
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PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. None of them are arranged in any particular order, but the dates are recorded, so I would advice considering my age when I wrote these. Enjoy! =D