The Charity Shop

I said to my friend, , , , , , , , , , Have you ever visited a Charity Shop, It really is worth a lengthy stop, To search amongst rails of second- hand clothes, All of which, at one time, somebody chose, And find a bargain with a designer label, Purchased probably by someone called Mabel. So into one, we then made our way, And started looking without delay. So I said to my friend......... Now here is a really smashing blouse, Your interest, I know this will easily arouse. Now it's your size, so that's quite nice, Bought probably at a ridiculous price. You could even wear it to the the office 'do', With that skirt that's got the ribbon slotted through The hem, and it's just the perfect shade, Should I say turquoise, or maybe jade. Well anyway, it's very you, So what do you think, give me a clue. Whatever else, it's only 'two fifty', I think for that, it's kind of nifty. So is it a 'goer'? what do you say? , For if you don't want it, I'm willing to pay The price for a Zandra Rhodes design, For when wearing it, I would feel divine. You'll have it, I just knew you would, Now anything more to make you feel good. My friend shook her head........ Okay, that's enough for a first inspection, For a Charity Shop, you can get quite an 'affection'. It's fun, it's bargain hunting with a capital B, My friend in the end, said, she had to agree. © Ernestine Northover