(obsession
doggerel)
Shopper:
oniomania
Obsessively,
he loved to shop—
And, yes,
until he had to drop
And hit
the floor—a loud ker-PLOP!
He had no
interest in a cure—
You'd
offer one; he would demur
And claim,
“My motives, yo, are pure!”
But soon
he had no cash to spend,
And even
friends refused to lend.
His cards
were maxed—this had to end.
And later
on, celestial grace
Returned
the smile upon his face:
He’d
wished he’d find a shopping place
In heaven.
And he did. But smells
Were awful,
residents were fell.
He realized: He’d gone to hell!
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