At the Mall

 © 2015 by P Michael Biggs

I’m at the mall

Where you can see it all

Many people walk by

Some catch my eye

They sometimes pretty-up the mall

You won’t believe the shoes

I see some people choose

They are high on their heels

They pay for the thrill

To walk in those shoes they choose

I see all kinds of pants

Some I suppose are from France

Some pants are tight

Some pants are bright

Of course I only take a glance

At the mall there’s lots of food

Some is brewed, some is chewed, some is crude

I see people chow down

Hope they don’t break a crown

Just hope they chew their food real good