Poem: The Texas Chain Store Massacre.
The Texas Chain Store Massacre.
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Upon the morning of the sale
There’s such a mighty crowd,
And as the hour of nine draws near
The murmuring grows loud.
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The bargains have been advertised
For many days before,
And now the mob of hundreds
Seems to swell around the door
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There’s things for just a fiver,
The savings are immense.
A three-piece costing thousands
Is on sale for fifty pence.
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The hour strikes, the doors unlock
The shoppers give a cry,
Then all the elbows start to stab
And all the handbags fly.
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For hours the fighting carries on,
‘Til all the troops withdraw.
To leave the losing shoppers
Lying dead upon the floor.
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