Jingle Tills, Jingle Tills Poem by C Richard Miles

Dashing to the shop
On a freezing winter day;
See the prices drop
In their give-away.
Once we had to wait
Till after New Year’s Day
To find bargains half the price
That we’d had to pay.

Jingle tills, jingle tills
In pre-Christmas sales
Whilst our fraught economy
Is going off the rails.
Oh! Jingle tills, jingle tills,
Our shopkeepers lust
Bargain hunters to entice
So they won’t go bust.

Dashing home, I’ve thought,
Now the price is low,
Seeing what I bought
That will have to go
Back to M & S
For a refund, nice,
So I can buy my gifts again
At the bargain price.

Jingle tills, jingle tills
In pre-Christmas sales
Whilst our fraught economy
Is going off the rails.
Oh! Jingle tills, jingle tills,
Our shopkeepers lust
Bargain hunters to entice
So they won’t go bust.

Dashing out again,
Just to check the price,
In the pouring rain
Isn’t very nice.
Hoping that I’ve found
I’ve not paid too much
And have let those bargains slip
From my eager clutch.

Jingle tills, jingle tills
In pre-Christmas sales
Whilst our fraught economy
Is going off the rails.
Oh! Jingle tills, jingle tills,
Our shopkeepers lust
Bargain hunters to entice
So they won’t go bust.

Dash it – I have found
I’ve waited far too long,
Standing on the ground
To sing this silly song.
Thanks to fiscal boost,
It has been my luck:
The market’s gone and bottomed out
And prices have gone up.

Jingle tills, jingle tills
In pre-Christmas sales
Whilst our fraught economy
Is going off the rails.
Oh! Jingle tills, jingle tills,
Our shopkeepers’ lust
Bargain hunters have enticed
So they have not gone bust.