Shopping With the Grandparents
We knew what we were getting into
my daughter and son to name a few
a family outing
with all of the shouting
ensure there is a pair of each shoe.
There under the fluorescent lighting
clearance racks where couples are fighting
three year old ran away
through lingerie to play
by the shoes my daughter is crying.
Grandpa keeps asking when we'll be done
he sits by dressing rooms with my son
"How much clothes do you need?
We still have mouths to feed!"
I am thinking he's not having much fun.
Grandma seems to know the drill
she scours the sales with much skill
a savvy old shopper
I'm happy we brought her
a family clothing order to fill.
Leaving the long after shopping lunch
without an eye open in the bunch
to take each heavy bag
each item still with tag
stocked up till the next clothing crunch.
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