A poem by Beverly Stock.
I dreamt that in suburban malls,
Credit cards in sunlight laying,
Came some girls in posh overalls
Each held plastic, gently swaying.
Some admired their long polished nails,
And some cursed the snowy weather,
All wanted pretty things to buy
So they all hung out together.
The lure was the same for all,
Any day of the week, sale, sale, sale!
That’s why they were at the mall
To pay much less than retail.
What days of the week was shopping best?
Was it Black Friday or Cyber Monday?
This group chose a conservative quest–
To Christmas shop every Monday thru Sunday.