Dont you just love going to the shops?

Question:There are books and there is bread,
One to be eaten and one to be read.
There are spuds and there are bra's,
A cup of tea at café Ma's.
Videos and tinned beans,
A gaiety of wonderful delicious scenes,
And you only have to visit the shops.

Forgettable music is always playing,
Two old biddies, heads bent gossiping,
That unmarried Betty is again pregnant
And has gone to stay at Mount Pleasant.
Blue rinsed ladies,
Young mums with babies.
All can be seen when you visit the shops.

An Op. shop sells moth balled seconds,
Tantalizing off license wine bar beckons.
Passport photo booth light flashes,
Slim girls wearing nothing but green sashes,
Advertising some vanities beauty aid
Parade there way to the expensive arcade.
Poems in the making when you visit the shops.

You may meet all races of interesting kind folk
A bearded down and out scruffy bloke,
The rich young foreigner
Out to mix with the commoner.
What is there more than to find great delight,
From early morning to all hours at night

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: There are books and there is bread,
One to be eaten and one to be read.
There are spuds and there are bra's,
A cup of tea at café Ma's.
Videos and tinned beans,
A gaiety of wonderful delicious scenes,
And you only have to visit the shops.

Forgettable music is always playing,
Two old biddies, heads bent gossiping,
That unmarried Betty is again pregnant
And has gone to stay at Mount Pleasant.
Blue rinsed ladies,
Young mums with babies.
All can be seen when you visit the shops.

An Op. shop sells moth balled seconds,
Tantalizing off license wine bar beckons.
Passport photo booth light flashes,
Slim girls wearing nothing but green sashes,
Advertising some vanities beauty aid
Parade there way to the expensive arcade.
Poems in the making when you visit the shops.

You may meet all races of interesting kind folk
A bearded down and out scruffy bloke,
The rich young foreigner
Out to mix with the commoner.
What is there more than to find great delight,
From early morning to all hours at night

I love going to market. You've captured the scenes there as if you had a camera or a canvas. Your images engage all the senses. A wonderful poem.

I used to live in a town called Mount Pleasant but it was near Charleston SC in the US. I don't know why but that just struck me when I read that. LOL! I like you poem very much!

I like this poem a lot!

I can actually see and hear what you are describing as I read it...great job!!

extremely cute, Like it a lot.

I just love to go out and shop
And I ask the same question each stop.
I make an inquiry
Mark it down in my diary,
The answers cause dizziness
When I ask, "how's business?"
The very first place that I go
The baker says, "I'm rollin' in dough,
It's just like in Dover
I have a large turnover.
The dough-nut has a big hole
And the curtain comes down with a roll."
He never sings when the onion rings.
It's not all sugar and spices,
But what he says suffices.
So now it's off to the deli, there's a rumbling in the belly.

COMING SOON: Tongue sandwiches - They're the talk of the town.

Ah, if only the shops you spoke of were available where I live. There is nothing here but commercialized business. So shop beautifully again and send me another memoir. These were beautiful.

You led us all on a wonderful walk! People watching (here in the colonies) is one of my favorite occupations! Shopping, for me at least, ranks last. I make a list, check it twice, and am out of the shop in a jiffy. Thanks for the offering!