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Christmas Shopping
On Saturday last, we made a mound
Of lovely, shiny golden pounds.
Customers queued down the aisles:
In their baskets, goods were piled.
All day long, the tills were ringing;
Their money, to us, people were bringing.
Three hundred pounds, in ten minutes flat,
Was taken by till staff, wearing Santa hats.
Shop Floor Assistants raced to and fro;
Of customers, there was a constant flow.
Tons of stock was stacked on the shelves:
We were kept as busy as Santa's elves.
By close of day, the store was trashed,
But, at least we made a mountain of cash.
We had to stay late to finish the facing;
To get the job done, we were racing.
Many people had received their last pay:
Their final one before Christmas Day.
The cash was counted and we did land
Ourselves a total of eighteen grand.
poem
by
Angela Wybrow
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