There is nothing I dread more,
Than going into town,
To buy the presents,
For my loved ones.
***
The busy cars,
With little parking,
The angry shoppers,
And the stress of hunting.
***
As I want to keep my town,
I will shop local to home,
Don’t let the mammoths,
Of shopping win.
***
Just once a year,
The discomfort is,
In my humble opinion,
Worth it to keep the town.
©The Pesky Poet
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