At the Sales

By luigi_pagano

Sun, 29 Dec 2013
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I’m looking for a bargain,
searching the clothes rails
for a pair of nice trousers
at the New Year’s sales.

My wife came with me
and I will tell you why;
she’s a shrewd shopper
and has an eagle-eye.

‘My waist is thirty-three’.
‘No, not on your Nelly,
it’s at least thirty-eight;
look at your beer-belly!’

Suddenly I feel deflated,
my world is looking grim,
it seems only yesterday
that my waistline was slim.

© Luigi Pagano 2013

 

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Very funny poem Luigi,  full of humour that is great fun to read.  I think I'll be avoiding those Sales this year...too much hassle!

Look forward to reading more of your work in the New Year.

Jenny.  xx

 

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Hi Jenny, avoiding the sales is a very wise move on your part. I happened to be in M&S yesterday and could hardly move among trolleys, pushchairs and prams. I did actually find a pair of trousers that took my fancy but, hard to believe, I couldn't try them on as the fitting rooms are closed during the sale period. That experience inspired this piece which I am pleased to hear was great fun to read. Thanks for that.

Luigi xx 

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I, too, am avoiding the Sales, like the plague.  Mind you...it's harder to ignore the 'online' onessmiley

Really enjoyed this, Luigi.  Topical, and 'brilliantly writ', as ever.

All the best for 2014.

Tina xxx

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Don't blame you Tina. What can people like us, who have everything, possibly need? Alright, the old gin and tonic; but we are well stocked up with the essentials, aren't we? Let's raise a toast to you and the New Year. Oh, and congratulations on Poem of the Day. Well done.

Luigi xxx