Black Friday
By John Boone
Twas the night of Thanksgiving, when all through the town,
Every creature was stirring, Black Friday was going down!
The stores were all starting the sales early this time,
“Screw your peaceful family dinner,” they said in a rhyme.
The children were freezing and stuffed in to tents,
Camping outside Best Buy with their bargain-hunting parents,
And Ma with her coupons, and Pa with a rant,
“That lady cut us. What if she gets a 50-inch flat screen TV and I can’t?”
When over at the mall there arose such a clatter,
The doors had opened and here’s what was the matter:
The people started running, quick as a flash,
And acted like animals, all to save some cash.
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