'Shopping
with my wife'
Ok
.. this is an imaginary poem .. I don't have a wife .. and if
marriage is like this I don't think that I'm going to commit
marriage … I mean get married..
Color
code:
Green:
me talking
Purple:
My wife talking
Gray
the hat seller talking
If
you want to live healthy for life
Don't
go shopping with your wife
The
least thing that can happen
A
heart attack all of a sudden
When
she comes to you
That
smile on her face gives you some clue
It
is the beginning of the month dear
With
words that you are dying to hear
It
is a trap fool, and if you fall
Next
thing you gonna find yourself in a shopping mall
why
did u pick three dresses of the same color?
Dear,
why should you bother?
I
liked all of them
Don't
you see, they make me look slim
Picking
six more is the next thing she did
" For
different times of the day"
she said
I
wish if I can remember her wearing something twice
She
only wears the dress once even if it was nice
Near
the phone store
She
said "I
like their décor"
So
she entered without a warning
I
was thinking of changing my phone since morning
It
has been three months now
New
models are nicer somehow
What
are you going to do with your old phone dear?
I
will give it to our driver Amir
In
the shoes store
We
lost two hours more
She
tried every single pair of shoes
But
she still doesn't know what to choose
So
she went out angry
Typical
woman of the 21st century
In
the toy store
We
only have one kid not four
Why
did you buy all these toys?
Stop
making all that noise
My
beloved son deserves more
He
is the one who I adore
And
next week he will be four
Now
you know what I bought these for
In
the hypermarket was the disaster
Something
more than I can master
She
filled a large trolley
And
she did that very slowly
Food
that we never even eat
But
shopping is something she can't beat
Honey
do you check the expiry date?
If
we do that we will be late
Ironic
isn't that true
Some
experience I'm passing through
On
our way out
I
saw a nice hat
I
said to my wife " what
do you think?"
Ok..
Ok .. but make it quick
Thirty
drhams if you wanna buy it
But
there is no money in my wallet
I
gave him my credit card
And
I was holding the hat in my hand
He
pulled it really hard
Sorry
sir I can't sell it
Your
credit card is off limit
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