Poetry Blogs (shopping)
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