I am an enigma to my best friend,
As a woman who doesn’t like to shop.
She asked if I were really a girl,
As real women shop ’til they drop!
But, I question that ridiculous belief
That my femininity depends on a need
To go to stores and malls or flea markets
To buy shoes, clothes, hats, or beads.
I would rather wrestle a rattlesnake,
Or maybe swim in a tank full of sharks
Than spend my day trying on clothes,
From early morning until it gets dark.
So, my friend questioned whether I
Could be considered a queen or a king.
But the truth of the whole matter is this:
Going shopping just isn’t my thing.
Written for the Tale Weaver #246, October 17, 2019. The prompt is Shopping.