Sometimes browsing leads to paying through the nose, even
if we don’t actually buy anything.
Shopping sense: Don’t
breathe a third of it
While hunting about for a favorite scent,
A most earthy essence entwined us.
We picked up the pace with a swift circumvent,
But the putrid spice cloud still did find us.
“Come sample my wares,” chirped the clerk, as she bent
To refill her sprayer behind us.
“Oh, cease and desist, Ma’am,” we chanted lament,
As her sample mist nearly did blind us.
How browsing may be, for a lady or gent,
A pastime to share and unwind us,
Except when a demo with active intent
And scent overdose does remind us.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
31 Days of
Poetry and Writing: Write about a
dream that is coming to birth. (27)
31 Writing Prompts: Do you like shopping? (27)
31 Writing Prompts: Do you like shopping? (27)
OctPoWriMo:-
“favorite scent” – with “spice,” “essence,” “tangy,” “putrid,” and “earthy” (27)
#OctPoWriMo
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