Charity Shop Shopping Bug Poem by Nicola Kelly

I love a bargain

I joke with friends by saying,
Guess how much this cost,
They know me all too well,
A charitable donation up sell.

A designer handbag a fiver,
Little black dress with a label,
Harder to find a nice jacket,
In a size that will just fit.

Don't get me started on shoes,
I've had a box full of pairs,
Sandles, boots and a little heal,
For any occasion they do appeal.

Some things I have just bought,
For the sake at a good price,
And simply are an impulse buy,
Waste of money as I sigh.

One time bought a duffle coat,
About two sizes too big and,
Which was a bright jade green,
Had to be there to be seen.

As I walked into work wearing,
The said offensive baggy duffle,
Full belly laughs looking at me,
With embarrassment I could see.

I've bought shoes too small,
Squashing my feet into them,
They'll stretch bargain 3 pounds,
I know how ridiculous it sounds.

I used to think it was only,
Old people and down and outs,
Who frequented shops of charity,
And that they smelt of wee.

Now I have what they call,
The charity shop shopping bug,
Without fail I'm there every Saturday,
You just cannot keep me away.

It's the smell of things old,
Worn, used and even older,
Jostling for position out the way,
This bargain is mine I say.

It's the thrill of the chase,
To get something so cheap,
Rummaging through the charity bin,
Ooh I love, I do love a bargain.