A Centaur Goes Out Shopping

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From the book My Dog Likes to Disco

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

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Reading Level: Grade 5

Topics: Food Poems, Monster Poems, Shopping

Poetic Techniques: Anthropomorphism & Personification, Lyric & Dramatic Poems, Pun Poems


From the Book My Dog Likes to Disco

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