"I can't," she said.
"I can't."
Just looking at it
makes my nose wrinkle.
"Don't you dare
open that cap!"
Stay back.
Stay back.
I know you get a commission,
but not from me Sista.
Not from me.
"Ply your wares elsewhere
my dear."
Stay back.
Stay back.
This poem was inspired by the weekly prompt at http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/
Thanks Willow.
How hysterical is this ????? Great Magpie!
ReplyDelete... should have signed my comment 'from one crazy grandma to another!'
ReplyDeleteToo funny - I've been accosted by those saleswomen as well!
ReplyDeletelol. nicely done...there are some perfumes that just dont do the trick...nice magpie!
ReplyDeleteoh perfect perfect....I HATE being spritzed by someone I dont even know!
ReplyDeleteVery different. Most interesting.
ReplyDeleteLove the humor in this.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing such a wonderful magpie.
Thanks Y'all....
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the days when they would practically sprayed it on you, if you ventured anywhere near the perfume counter!
ReplyDeleteClever, enjoyable...
ReplyDeleteVery cute. Loved your take on the theme.
ReplyDeleteMine is up.
PG
This is sooooo funny. I can just imagine the face of the salesperson after that rejection.
ReplyDeleteadorable tale!
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