SHOPPING SPREE:

You said to me, “I´ll take you shopping & give you a jolly good spree”,

Saying that you´d buy me the world & then take me to the Ritz for tea,

That we´d walk the streets & boulevards & shop on the elegant avenues,

And when that´s all done & dusted, then we´d start on the malls & mews.

Oh my dear man, how little you really know me & how little I really care,

About all the shining jewels & those fancy clothes I´m supposed to wear,

But dear man, I´ll go shopping with you, but to where it´s all totally free,

Our shops will be the fields, forests, mountains & not forgetting the trees.

Buy me sweet-pea slippers, hollyhock heels & plimsoles in bright poppy red,

Hankies of hilly heather & happy hats of heliotrope to dance upon my head,

Frilly frocks of filigreed fern & budded ball gowns of perilous hemlock hems,

And foxgloves for my delicate hands, plucked from wild & windswept stems.

Handbags we shall gather, made from flax, freesias & pretty mountain flox,

Adorned with lilac lacy lilies, wrapped up & beribboned in verdant forest box,

Beads of cracking seeds, rings of popping pods & pretty petals for my ears,

Fallen feathers to adorn my tresses & plumes of partridge to dry my tears.

My beauty box shall be renewed with berried juice, leaves & sappy creams,

And they shall all be blended with waters of mountain tarns & icy streams,

And I shall surely want to strut before the calm still lakes of mirrored glass,

Dressed to impress, garbed in nature´s mantled robes, a dame of note & class.

So yes my dear man let us go, make haste & we shall shop until we drop,

But we shall do it my way & not in the high street & mall, nor in city shop,

So take my arm, escort me & when we´re done, you´ll take me out to tea,

A picnic under the sky, beside the brook & beneath the shady willow tree.