Next time that you are out shopping

Just stop and look a while

You never see a happy face

You never see a smile.

 

Lots of women scurry round

Like ants within a hill

Always on the move

Very rarely still.

 

Husbands, boyfriends, partners

Dragged reluctantly round the place

Their boredom plain for all to see

By the look upon their face.

 

They agree with all their partner says

With casual nod or smile

At rows and rows of hangers

As they move along each aisle

 

Collecting hangers, one, two, three

To the maximum allowed

Over to the dressing room

To join the bustling crowd

 

Many minutes slowly pass

The partner stood there stranded

But now she has to start again

She came out empty handed.

 

After many endless hours

She blinks into the sun

Ask her why she does it?

She tells you shopping's fun.