Today I went shopping,
lockdown shopping is hard.
Queue up just to take a look,
changing rooms are barred.
Today I bought a new dress,
I must admit it isn't quite right.
It is just a little bit too small,
only a teeny tiny bit too tight.
Today I made a promise,
to eat healthily all next week.
I will not raid the biscuit tin,
I will turn the other cheek....
Sunday 28th June 2020 10:54 am
Now that lockdown is finally easing,
Into shops once more people are breezing.
People know that they must still keep apart,
Though in the towns long queues restart,
After such times of stress and strife,
We strive to return to a normal life.
But are we buying what we need?
Or celebrating that we are freed?
Some may see all this as funny,
As people return to spend their money.
Friday 19th June 2020 10:36 am
Standing in line, besides my disinfected trolley
In the supermarket car park, under my brolly
Distance shopping, it is the new normal
Two meters apart, so serious and formal
I quickly pick groceries, for others and mine
I queue down the aisle, it's a very long line
The assistant sits safe, behind a plastic screen
Sprays and hand gel, making everything clean
I miss the old d...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 12:04 pm
Charityshop Sale - Poem by Marie
looking in the shop window I stood there in shock
Special offer it said, clearance of old stock
I knew I had to have it, The price was so Right
On the way home I held it close and very tight
I almost dropped it, there was snow on the ground
God I am so Lucky, I cant believe what I found
In The house I unwrapped it, with a glint in my eye
I quickly ...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 10:54 pm
A huge pleasure of mine is to shop,
Though I sometimes find it hard to stop.
It brings me comfort so I cannot wait,
But it may put me into such a state.
I especially love to shop online,
To see what things could soon be mine.
There are many choices. It is so vast,
And they like to take our money fast.
Whether it be a DVD, a game or book
At my bank balance I dar...
Saturday 9th November 2019 8:00 pm
Staring at the billboard…
I feel so important to you
Staring at the shop window
I am tempted to believe…
If I empty my pockets I will forget about you
Sitting on the sofa
Watching the adverts of pristine lives…
Each and everyone
Not a care in the world
Joyous at the insurance policy
Or furniture that just perfectly fits in
Just prior to nails being hammered in…
Monday 3rd December 2018 8:55 pm
Shopping for thing's you dont need
spending all your money just to feed
You just got paid and that same day it's gone
the cooperations fool you they're one big con
Special offers things on sale
is their away to escape this jail?
They items you buy make you happy for a while
the obession and thrill of buying makes you smile
whether it's tops, bags, or shoe...
Thursday 15th February 2018 6:55 pm
They have loads of clothes that mek happy
mostly good yet some are crappy
They gave al my favourite thing's
even harry potter rings
They always get in lots of stock
even beauty and the beast clock
Everytime i go in i buy
Then check my bank and sigh
I got into every store
in the hope to find more
with all my clothes you'd think i'm rich
They even added disney sti...
Monday 12th February 2018 12:46 pm
My spending addiction is getting so bad,
It’s even driving my cats totally mad.
I buy everything that I see,
I wonder what the next thing will be.
Any excuse to go and shop,
I just don’t know how to stop.
I took an overdraft out with the bank,
Wayne is on the verge of giving me a spank.
I buy multiple items of the same thing,
I just love the sound of the till going ...
Saturday 9th July 2016 5:13 pm
Here is a link to my poem about a day at IKEA
Wednesday 2nd January 2013 2:28 pm
You look at him
And then to me
And back again
And smile at me
I catch your eye
And all I know
That you see the love
That cannot be known
You will tell another
Of what you saw
A peculiar couple
That showed you more
Of what can exist
Beyond the norm
A beautiful peace
Amongst the storm
© Katy Hughes 2012
Sunday 22nd July 2012 12:25 pm
Seeds, sheets, plugs, paint; something of everything
if not much range. Pots, pencils, saucers, plates;
pocket-money treasures, find a present
for your gran. Towels, wrapping paper, pins.
Sometimes you came away with a bargain.
If only they didn’t keep moving the plants,
picture frames, toys, socks and sockets, sweets.
Times changed; you only called in now and ...
Saturday 3rd July 2010 10:58 am