It’s all over the news and TV adverts again… it’s that time of year! After I wrote this poem, I thought that a ‘proper’ writer would have said something profound about Black Friday. The end of November craze that sweeps the nation, borrowed from our American cousins. Anyway, here is a poem I wrote two years ago… Enjoy!
I heard all about it on the morning TV news
“People herding for discounted widescreens”
I should’ve queued up but just missed out
of forty percent off and a smack in the mouth
retail therapy with no right to return
all these shoppers had money to burn.
Chaos, greed, excitement is pulling me in
No where to park, getting pushed to the ground
people are looking as I can’t get around
made up though, with my big pile of loot
GHDs an iPhone and a new pair of boots.
I get on the web to spend, spend, spend.
Packages in the post
Fragile, please don’t bend
Champagne lifestyle and lemonade pockets
what of it?
There is steam coming off my credit card bill
they can’t hang me for it , I’ll leave it in my will.
I think I might be in a lot of debt
what did you buy then? Oh, I forget.
Samantha Henthorn 2014