The Shop
When Koki, me and Mom, we all ran a shop 🏬
Our first encounter was sore
We just encountered with Mrs. Karen Kounter👛
As she banged her fist on the door. 🚪
“Now, where are the rubies?!” she yelled at Miss Judy ♦️
She was new, and turned quite pale.
“’Ten rupees priced neat’, oh, that’s quite cheap, 💳
‘And not for retail sale’.”
“This necklace looks rusty,” she said, feeling flustered,
“I hope your roof hasn’t leaked.” 📿
“I’m sure it hasn’t,” said Ms Kim Hazent,
“Though I think the pearls are tweaked.”
Next, she wanted emerald earrings, but we had none: 👛🟩
“What kind of a shop is this?”
“That’s it! I’m leaving!”, No matter how much we pleaded,
We could not coax dear Miss.
Next came the Sondas, with their anaconda- 🐍
But it was calmer than miss Karen’s face!
While they were choosing a ring, the phone gave a ding-
And a voice yelled- “DON’T EVER SELL AGAIN!”
