Gone Shopping

Gone Shopping

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

I’m sitting here in the morning glow
Of the early winter sun,
Staring at the picture of you
And wondering what I’ve done,
You left to go on a shopping trip
In the middle of the week,
You said that you’d be an hour away
Was the last I heard you speak.

I’m used to you never turning up
So I knew I’d have to wait,
I’ve often taken a chair out there
To sit by the garden gate,
The sun went down and the Moon came up
There was still no sign of you,
And when I crawled upstairs I saw
That the bed was empty too.

I wondered what you were shopping for
As it’s true, you never tell,
You might be looking for pitchforks from
The seventh circle of hell,
You come back home with the strangest things
Like a bag of knitted straw,
And once with a dozen rubber rings
What did you want them for?

A day went by and I rang around,
Caught up with your friend Denise,
Checked with the local hospital,
With the Firemen and the Police,
But nobody knew just where you were
Or at least, they wouldn’t say,
Constable Gurk suppressed a smirk
Said you might have run away.

Somebody said that you’d passed them by
In a number fourteen bus,
Another one said, they don’t know why,
You were seen with Uncle Gus.
I knew all along that must be wrong
Though I don’t know why they lied,
They must have been seeing things, it’s been
A year since my Uncle died.

So now I’m left with a mystery
It’s already been a week,
I’ve been so alone, all on my own
I’m forgetting how to speak.
I’d never have thought you’d want to leave
I thought that our love was true,
I’ve just had a call, you’d not believe,
They found you, locked in the Zoo.

David Lewis Paget

© 2017 David Lewis Paget


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There is a certain irony that held me as I read this poem. It spoke to me as I considered the task of ridding one of their odd items they have collected thru the years, and why and when! Ridding ones self of these oddities makes one feel they'd have been better off locked in a zoo! Whatz Love got to do with it........Maybe it's just me!! Barbz

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Interesting read, as always.

Posted 5 Years Ago


There is a certain irony that held me as I read this poem. It spoke to me as I considered the task of ridding one of their odd items they have collected thru the years, and why and when! Ridding ones self of these oddities makes one feel they'd have been better off locked in a zoo! Whatz Love got to do with it........Maybe it's just me!! Barbz

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Kat
quite a poem, with both humor and pathos intermingled. It made me smile! Great rhyming too.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Clever! I got caught up on the rubber rings for a moment and thought... circus.. then ferret then crazy lover.. great twist right around like a record baby.. back to the animals in the zoo. Loved it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Ha! Oh you silly goose! Clever....
A very enjoyable read, indeed!

Posted 7 Years Ago


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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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