December


The stars collide as a matter of course
Sales rotate like a random disco ball
Around the halls of an undulating mall
That the nuisance surveillance cameras endorse

The units of the shopping force
Strategize the discount call
Felling one then following all
Culling the merchandising at the source

The finished shopper is none the worse
For the regular price timely goes before the fall
With a stylish gift sure to enthrall
Those in the mood and those averse

All tied up with two seconds to spare
December is the gift next year can share

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Sonnet about the month of December