by Kathy Mahon

Created on: June 14, 2009

I strolled in the shade shop

And started to browse

At least one thousand styles

That made me gasps wows.

I was lost amongst a sea

Of glasses staring right at me

The names were strange but

Seemed arranged

By popularity.

A real cool chick

Who knew the trick

To help me find my cool

Knew I was no fool

She smiled sweet and

Said come over her with me

I stared at her and then the

Wall with complete confusion

She showed me frames

That creates illusions

That's sounded great so

I said okay but

One she said is not enough

She handed me another

A have to have' style I guess

She's right since I didn't know

So I said okay to them

Thinking I was done

But that was wishful thinking

According to this cutie pie

Some white shades

Were in order

The style looked great

Upon my face

This sweetie assured me

I remember I came in

To find my cool

My little browse

Got caught up in the wows

Okay, she says

What next I wonder

We have covered the Italian styles,

Now She chimes with

A great big smile.

Just one more made

In the USA will complete

Your order.

I found myself at the check

Out counter

A great deal the

Little chickie says

Only twelve hundred fifty dollar

I stuttered a bit and tried not to holler

Will this be cash or charge?

I handed over my card

Wondering what had happened.

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