With quite profound apologies to Robert Frost …
(Tipp von Max Müller)
Whose stores are these? I think I know
Their office in the city, though
Has cameras that watch us here
When we shopping blithely go.
My working friends don’t think it queer
That I persist in shopping here
Between the genuine and fake
There’s late night shopping all the year.
I have new boots and my feet ache
I have made that sad mistake
With the wrong size, and I won’t keep
Them on merely for fashion’s sake.
The shops are lovely, bright and cheap
And I have shoes that I can’t keep
But pounds to spend before I sleep.
And pounds to spend before I sleep.
Max
The Tap by Adrian Mole
The tap drips and keeps me awake
In the morning there will be a lake
For want of a washer, the carpet will spoil
And then for another my father will toil.
My father could snuff it while he’s at work.
Dad, fit a washer, don’t be a berk!
(stammt aus derselben Quelle)
Max
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