Discombobulation;
Confusion of the nation,
Retail computation;
Food-miles consternation.
Traded our simplicity
For triple wrapped duplicity,
In corporate multiplicity.
Lost our village, more’s the pity!
Thanks again Tess for a thought provoking prompt... takes me back.
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Fine work.
ReplyDeleteexcellent Stafford- I ranted on mine too...
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to see you are still poeming away for Magpie. I haven't participated in ages, but I'm excited to be back. As always, nice poem!
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You are welcome.
DeleteSuccinctly put, Staff
ReplyDeleteSadly true.
ReplyDelete... And my poor head is spinning now!
ReplyDeleteMarvelous write!
ReplyDeleteFine acerbic comment Stafford.
ReplyDeleteSometimes progression does end up being regression. A wise and witty write Stafford. :-)
ReplyDeleteain't that the truth
ReplyDeleteWhat a perfect title...'Progression Regression"...how I long for those simpler times and those fond memories...I remember we had a "Herbie the Helms man" who drove around in a truck with pull out drawers with fresh pastries....OH HOW I LOVED THE AROMA FROM THOSE DRAWERS and the sweet taste of the pastries...YUM. Herbie always had a smile...
ReplyDeleteSpot on witty observation. :-)
ReplyDeleteDefinitely . . but so well said . . . . :)
ReplyDelete~ Eddie :)
If only there were more shops like this one still around. Mind you, my county town is richer in them than many others.
ReplyDeleteWe are very lucky.