A Centaur Goes Out Shopping
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There’s nothing like a shopping spree
to elevate my mood;
the joy of filling shopping carts with
clothing, toys and food.
I’m something of a clotheshorse;
I can never have enough.
I go out shopping every day
to buy a bunch more stuff.
I hang around the shopping mall
and corner grocery store.
I’m fond of farmers markets
and garage sales I adore.
I love the thrill of bargain hunting.
Sales are oh so nice.
You’ll find I frequent flea marts
just to haggle over price.
So if you’d like to learn to shop
but find you need a mentor,
I hope you’ll come and visit me
for I’m The Shopping Centaur.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2004. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 5
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