Black Friday, in the days gone by,
used to be a riot.
Now, it’s all just shop at home,
and everything is quiet.
But, in the times before,
they’d mass outside the door,
as if hungry or poor,
then charge into the store.
There’d even be fist fights
about their buyer’s rights,
and other nasty sights.
You’d see scratches and bites.
But nowadays, with germs about,
Black Friday’s had its heart cut out.
No lines for blocks outside the mall.
No shoppers trampled when they fall.
No dress department tugs of war.
No combatants down on the floor.
It’s all so simple: buy on line.
Sit at home with cheese and wine.
Contact shopping, rest in peace.
When will wonders ever cease?