wholesale race

Maybe it will do, maybe it won't…
The world's a funny place,
people are a funny race.
Not ever knowing their needs, they grace
every store with aplomb and finesse.
Sniff the apples, check the pears,
Choose your soap with paper napkins to spare
Ah! The red scrollers flash Bargains!
Suddenly the aisle’s disappeared
In a sea of bodies, pushing as one,
To reached the elusive haggle on sale.
‘Heave’, they say, ‘Ho! And shift’
You’ve taken your share
Move away, don’t me miff.’
The lady at the counter, she balks
at the mob headed her way,
preparing herself for another
halved prices sale day!