shopping – poem

I don’t know why she doesn’t take me shopping?

Summer time is here

Oh how the time does fly

Sultry days under the glowering sun

The sprinklers shudder to life while the

Children play on the wet green lawns

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The women display their toned forms

That they toiled and dieted to achieve the season before

In skimpy bathing suits on the warm sand

Before shameless wondering eyes

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