Shop Til I Drop

I am a shop-aholic
Buy everything I see
What ain't worth buying to others
Looks mighty good to me.

I never have a lot of cash
Don't need none cause I got
One of them plastic thingies
That I use an awful lot.

Sometimes I think that I just might
Open up my own little store
I have a room full of stuff you see
That I have never wore.

You name it and I've got it
It's crowding up my space
When hubby says you bought that?
I put on the sweetest face.

Why honey I say, I need it
I'm a thrifty shopper I am
I try to explain this to him
As I open up a can.

A can of beans for dinner
So cheap almost like they are free
I'll wash the dishes, hop in my car
And go on a shopping spree.

The moral of this story is
Don't sit at home and cry
Get in that car, go shopping
Lot's of stuff out there to buy.
 

©Ginny Bryant

Ginny's Gift Of Love

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