Treasure Island

Simon Odhiambo


Window Shopper


Today is mine for spoils
Shopping for love I do
Not short, not too tall
Just the right size for me

Today is mine for spoils
Shopping for a means of movement
Not on foot, not by air
Just the right type for me

Today will be mine for spoils
A big house and two cars in the lot
One wife, one son and a daughter
Today I remain a broke shopper
This bill-board well designed for a pauper

My shopping list is full
My shopping basket is full
My pocket is full too - with holes
Today is the wrong day to be spoilt

Submitted: Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, September 19, 2012

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  • Poppa Yao (9/20/2012 4:25:00 AM)

    This is really beautifull. I did nt thnk there was any humour to find in such a title but you've done it, I actually chuckled. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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