Thursday, December 24, 2009
nobody # 798

Nobody asked me but:

There is an old army barracks ballad called “Bless Them All.” It goes something like this.


Bless them all, bless them all
The long and the short and the tall
Bless all the sergeants and W.O. Ones
Bless all the corporals and their bloomen sons
For we're saying good-bye to them all
As back to their billets they crawl
You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean
So cheer up my lads bless them all.*

A few years ago I wrote a shopping poem that is my take on this. It seems appropriate to post it (Again?) as my tribute to the holiday shopping season.


BLESS THE MALL
BY Jim turner

Bless the mall
Bless the mall
It’s crowded from winter to fall
From Christmas promotions
To Thanksgiving notions
Shoppers cheer up
Bless the mall

Bless the mall
Bless the mall
It has something so grand for us all
The latest from Gucci
A sweater for poochie
Shoppers cheer up
Bless the mall

Bless the mall
Bless the mall
Those sizes from extra to small
We fill up the aisles
As we scramble for styles
So shoppers cheer up
Bless the mall

Bless the mall
Bless the mall
Another grand opening call
Big sales are store’s guises
They offer more prizes
Shoppers cheer up
Bless the mall

Bless the mall
Bless the mall
There’s something for thin, round or tall
A textbook on Zen
Or wallpaper your den
Shoppers cheer up
Bless the mall

Bless the mall
Bless the mall
But pray that your motor won’t stall
The race is for spaces
Right next to the places
So shoppers cheer up
Bless the mall

Bless the mall
Bless the mall
They have us all pinned to the wall
You want what they offer
So empty your coffer
Shoppers cheer up
Bless them all