For what we are about to receive,
May the buyer know its function,
For whether it is nobler to buy on line,
Or whether to buy it up the junction.
Alas poor consumer,
I knew you well,
You were the one,
That once befell.
The discounts and special offers,
The spending was overwhelming,
For you could never stop,
It was forever never ending.
So now in the wardrobe,
There is no room,
For the lion, nor the witch,
Nor even a lowly broom.
The boxing gloves and hobby crafts,
The books and DVD’s,
A collection of wayward wires,
Of old videos and TV’s.
The latest techno,
An odd book or two,
The cookery book,
By Michel Roux.
Oh, woe is me.
T’have seen the offers,
The fairy cakes,
That dwindle my well earnt coffers.
For what we are about to distribute,
To charity shops around the town,
Don’t look when leaving those things behind,
For more treasure that might be found.