Boxing Day Sales......crazy s**t happens.A Poem by OnlymeThe Boxing Day Sales are here again. All the crazy folk are out and about trying to nap. A great deal on something that was extremely expensive for a discount price. The barriers are up. And they are all in the start blocks queuing up hours early with tents and chairs with them. Let alone all their money that is burning a hole in their pockets. The clock is ticking in the store. Dead on 9 am. A flash flood of people storm the front doors. Oh my God. watch out. Be warned you don't get trod on! An outrageous scene is happening all around the shop. Argument, fights, shout and bawling grabbing this and that item. Children crying. Shop assistance looking on in shock and horror. The display stands are destroyed clothing and other sale items are on the floor. Blooming hell. Armageddon is happening here. Hope you got life insurance? By the look of it You would need it. To survive this madness. All this nuttiness to get some cheaper!
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