Armful of bath towels, bedsheets and pillows
Pushing and shoving to grab a few more
Piling them all in the arms of her husband
Checking her list, right where next in the store
China department my god it’s a bun fight
Elbows, umbrellas, the weapons of war
Gravy oats, soup dishes, cake stands and tea plates
Whoops, there’s £10s worth in bits on the floor
Christmas cards, cardigans tinsel and talcum
Half-price plum puddings, Knick-knack’s galore
Cheeks flushed with triumph, stockings in tatters
Laden with booty, she heads for the door
Back in the suburbs, wrappings discarded
Nothing looks quite as it did hours before
What made her buy it, will they do refunds
Back into battle A.M. that’s for sure
