You know women
they go shopping
and they fill the whole trolley
overflowing
they never know when to stop;
they're such exceptional shoppers
my wife's no exception
and so I thought
I'd get her on to online shopping
(you know, using man's intelligence
to beat women's frivolity)
Will save me time and save us money,
I thought
But just as well, within the hour,
I had to enlighten her
about online shopping protocol:
"When the computer asks you if
you'd like another shopping cart
it's a subtle message
you should stop"
Oh, why do I always get beaten?
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